It's hard to hate K-State, (not least because they're probably going to kick TCU's booty up and down the field tomorrow) but it's Friday, and they're the next foe to come tromping onto the gridiron at Amon Carter Stadium, so... so here goes. Bill Snyder coaches football like it's still in black and white. He won't take advice from his boyhood pal, Dutch Meyer, to spread things out a little, to add color to the game. (Speaking of color, purple is ours, kids. Ole' Dutch took it to two national titles when K-State was still playing Pee-Wee football.) Nope, it's defense, punt, special teams, punt, run the ball, punt, (outscore the opponent)... B-O-R-I-N-G. No wonder voters are reticent to let K-State top the polls, even if the Wildcats top the scores week after week. Who wants to watch a game where the winner slowly suffocates its opponent? No flashy unis, no flashy schemes, just... ... winning. (Are we talking about Alabama here, or K-State?) So, we hate you, Kansas State, for exactly three hours tomorrow. But otherwise, happy hunting. If we don't pull off the upset, here's to the Kleisman knocking the SEC off its high horse and bringing the crystal football to Manhattan, and back to the Big 12.