Adventures of the Big 12: Twelve Angry Men
Behind closed doors at the Big 12's annual meetings, the boys got together to hash out the topics of the day. You know...important things like where we're going to hold the Women's Basketball tournament for the next three years.
Just kidding. Only Baylor cares about that.
Anyway, everyone knows that's not what was on everyone's mind. And, thankfully, through the power of 'multiple sources', we have a strong report of what happened when the gang got together in Kansas City this week.
Enjoy. It may be the last time this current group gets together for their usual shenanigans.
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Texas: I call this meeting to order. Today's agenda topic: Who stays and who goes. I'm looking for a quick vote. Obviously, I like bossing all of you around, so I'm in. Oklahoma?
Oklahoma: Hell, I'll stay. Do you really think I want to join the SEC or Pac-10? I still go into shell shock when a woman asks me if I have a Trojan on me, or if I walk past a store in the mall that sells 'Crocs'.
Oklahoma State: In, yo. I'm afraid if I take this game to LA, I may get shot.
Colorado: Staying. Unless the Pac-10 offers, and then I'll leave so fast there will be burn marks in the carpet. But they don't want me without you guys, so I'm probably still stuck with you assholes.
Missouri: Anyone know where the nearest U-Haul place is?
Texas: Jesus, can you be more obvious?
Missouri: What? Do you think I like being irrelevant? Do you think I like hoarding championships in ****ing Softball? And it's not even the cool softball where you drink and wear inappropriate t-shirts that say things like "Balls Going Deep". It's the lesbian kind of softball where half of the cars in the parking lot are pink Cadillacs, and the chicks that show up wear visors and Birkenstocks.
Kansas State: I'm not really into PC, but there's a lot wrong with what you just said...
Missouri: You know what? I don't care. I'm going to go the Big Ten, wipe my ass with piles of TV money, and spend my winters buried in lake effects snow.
Texas: Wiping your ass with money is awesome.
Missouri: So, yeah, I'm out. **** you, **** you, (points at Kansas) and double **** you.
Kansas: Well, that wasn't nice.
Texas: Alright, order...ORDER! Kansas State, what are you doing?
Kansas State: Are you kidding me? Do you think I want to join the Mountain West? In. A thousand times in.
Kansas: (Whispers to his attorney...) My lawyer says that it would be in my best interest to stay.
Kansas State: Your lawyer?
Kansas: At this point, I have the FBI and IRS so far up my ass that they've set up a branch office in my colon. So, I'm taking him wherever I go.
Kansas' Lawyer: No more questions.
Texas: What an embarrassment. Tech?
Texas Tech: In. I go where you go my liege.
Baylor: God spoke with me last night, and he said that I should form a conference with other like religious institutions supported by the Almighty himself. However, he said I had to fire Scott Drew because he's an Eddie Haskell-style prick of the highest order, and I said, "No." I like being good at basketball now. Also, those Oral Roberts kids creep me out. They're like a cult.
Iowa State: I will do anything to stay in this conference. Anything. I am not above handing out sexual favors, and I don't care who asks for it.
Texas: So if I ask you to have sex with a dirty hobo, you'll do it?
Iowa State: Absolutely. You can even tape it if you'd like. That would be a hundred times better than joining the MAC.
Texas: Alright, we'll put that on the agenda for tonight after dinner and drinks at Tomfooleries. Nebraska, what say you?
Nebraska: I am 100% committed to exploring all of my options.
Texas: Huh?
Nebraska: I am fully invested in this conference unless something better comes along.
Oklahoma: How does sitting on that fence feel?
Nebraska: It kind of chafes.
Texas: And, finally, I'm afraid to ask. A&M?
Texas A&M: I want to join the sex conference.
(Texas puts his face in his palms...)
Texas: Do you mean the SEC conference?
Texas A&M: Yeah, I want to join the sex conference.
Oklahoma: I think we should let him go.
Texas: We can't. The state legislature says he can't go anywhere without me.
(Texas A&M puts his mouth over the microphone in front of him on the table and tries to swallow it...)
Texas: Alright, so we've got ten stays, one go, and one guy who can't seem to figure out what he wants to do. Nebraska, what can we do to get you off of the fence?
Nebraska: Nothing really. Joining the Big Ten is appealing. I mean, it's like a time warp. Neither of us have really been relevant since the late 90's, so it will be kind of comforting to be amongst like-minded people. Michigan called me and invited me over for a 90210 and Melrose Place marathon.
Oklahoma: That's really sad.
Nebraska: Look, I want to be with other people who think time stopped after the late 90's. Do you know how much being me sucks right now? I haven't won a conference championship in ELEVEN years. Hell, even Kansas State over there has won a conference title since I have.
Kansas State: Kicked your ass too.
Nebraska: **** off. And my basketball program is an embarrassment. In the Big Ten, Sadler ball will be considered 'up tempo', and my waning baseball program will be one of the southern most schools, so I'll have a leg up there.
Texas: Everything you just said there makes me sad.
Nebraska: You're sad? The only reason I'm not sad is because my entire state has been on Prozac since Tom Osborne retired. Do you really think we like Pelini? The guy wears sweatshirts on the sideline. SWEATSHIRTS. The guys in the navy blue polo shirts at Wal-Mart that greet me when I walk in look and act more professional than he does.
Oklahoma: Have you considered therapy?
Iowa State: I know a guy...
Dan Beebe: Hey, guys, what's up?
Texas: Dan, go back to your computer, keep playing Minesweeper, and we'll call you when we're done.
Beebe: Sure thing, boss.
Texas Tech: That was kind of harsh, don't you think?
Texas: He should be thankful he still has a job. We used a cardboard cutout of him a few weeks ago at a function with a tape player attached to its back looping random, non-committal statements, and no one knew it wasn't him until Baylor tried to hand him a plate of barbecued chicken and it dropped to the floor.
Texas A&M: I ate that chicken.
Oklahoma: Of course you did.
Texas A&M: It tasked like chicken.
Kansas State: I just...nevermind.
Iowa State: You guys will take him with you and not me?
Texas: He brings more televisions than you do.
Iowa State: But he's reeruned!
Texas: He's not reeruned; he's just misunderstood. He hasn't always been this way.
Iowa State: He's pissing himself again. Am I misunderstanding that?
(Texas A&M smiles as the warm urine runs down his leg...)
Texas: (Looks at A&M...) Look, I can't defend you forever. At some point, you're going to need to snap out of this.
Texas Tech: I've always wondered what goes on inside his head.
(Texas A&M stares at the wall...)
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