Posted: 8/23/2012 5:11:08 PM
Today’s examination is about what prompted K-State to name their stadium “Bill Snyder Family Stadium.”
Frankly, I thought it was weird before they re-hired him. Now it’s beyond bizarre. Can you name another coach who goes to work in a building named after him? So how’d KSU come to this arrangement? Insecurity? A pathological desire to have a “history”? Epic levels of hero worship fueled by a lack of real world knowledge? A weak AD? Lets take a look:
Could it be that Mr. Snyder strung together an incredible streak of Big 12 championships? Well let’s put it this way: Bill Self has won 3 times as many titles in the last 3 years as Bill Snyder won during his entire career. Colorado, Nebraska, and Texas A&M have each fired a coach with the same number of titles.
Perhaps Mr. Snyder stacked up BCS Bowl game wins in such a historic way that KSU felt they had to immortalize him in some fashion? Nope. 0-1 in his only trip to a BCS game, which was notable only because the star quarterback was accused of raping someone the night before the game. Icons such as Dennis Erickson, Jeff Wiessinger, Chris Pertersen, and Lawrence’s own BF Mangino have all won more BCS games. Nebraska won more under Frank Solich and they fired him. None have stadiums named after them to my knowledge.
National championships? Try not to laugh. A perfect season? Nope. Charming personality? Bob Knight is more cuddly. Incredible graduation rate? Something like half his players can read at a third grade level.
In 17 years at K-State Bill Snyder won less conference titles than the law of averages would predict.
So what’s the deal then? Well, it’s really quite simple. K-State sucks. K-State has sucked for decades. It’s a land grant school with 60% dudes and an incoming average ACT that unbelievably is nearly 2 points lower than its, “We take anyone” in-state rival. Each year, there are about the same number of attractive women at K-State (20), as American Indians and non-athlete blacks — combined. “Diversity” at K-State is considered to be the guys who plant cotton or sunflowers. With crack academic courses such as goat breeding and field cultivating you can assume that nothing but the best and brightest Western Kansas farm boys will spend four to seven years drinking beer and delaying an inevitable return to the combine.
So who can blame them if they want to memorialize their pseudo-success, they’ve got nothing else in their history that doesn’t completely suck.