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Offline Toad

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Congrats Syracuse
« on: April 07, 2003, 10:37:56 PM »
Good game. You put us behind early and never let up.

the National Champs!

If ye love wealth better than liberty, the tranquility of servitude than the animated contest of freedom, go from us in peace. We ask not your counsels or arms. Crouch down and lick the hands which feed you. May your chains sit lightly upon you, and may posterity forget that you were our countrymen!

Offline Horn

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Congrats Syracuse
« Reply #1 on: April 08, 2003, 12:11:42 AM »
(sigh)

Helluva series.

Wtg Syracuse.

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Offline midnight Target

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Congrats Syracuse
« Reply #2 on: April 08, 2003, 07:42:47 PM »
Shoulda known Toad...

Kansas has lost the Championship game every time it has played during a War.

1953
1991
2003

Look it up.

Offline Toad

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« Reply #3 on: April 08, 2003, 08:13:00 PM »
So you think a war somehow causes a Jayhawk inability to hit free throws?

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Congrats Syracuse
« Reply #4 on: April 08, 2003, 11:34:46 PM »
"So you think a war somehow causes a Jayhawk inability to hit free throws?"


Well, yeah.  Don't you read Sports Illustrated?

Offline Toad

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« Reply #5 on: April 09, 2003, 06:34:24 AM »
Nope.

What did it say?
If ye love wealth better than liberty, the tranquility of servitude than the animated contest of freedom, go from us in peace. We ask not your counsels or arms. Crouch down and lick the hands which feed you. May your chains sit lightly upon you, and may posterity forget that you were our countrymen!