Vol. 9, Issue 9
The Black Sheep The College Newspaper That's Actually About College
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10/16/13 - 10/23/13
Sparty’s manifesto BY: Cody Manthei
On the banks of the Red Cedar, there’s a school that’s known to all. It’s a place where we find scholars and philosophers, but on the other end of the spectrum, the end that we Black Sheep fall into, is where you find the great hearts and hard livers. We light the path to greatness, not by the success of our academics, but by our willingness to try things that no one before us had the balls to. We are the 2.5 students, the ones sitting in the back smelling of whiskey and last night’s Menna’s. We know what it takes to make the Spartan name stick in the minds of our rivals, because our specialty is winning, and those Spartans play good ball. Spartan teams are never beaten. Let us repeat: Never. Anyone who tries to tell us different may just find himself at the bottom of our mucky river. Whether it’s on the field, in the bar, and especially in the bedroom, we exceed the expectations of those around us. We do this not by luck or any other force of nature outside ourselves (which is how most U of M students graduate), but the fact that all through the game we fight. Fight for the only colors: Green and White. Go right through for MSU, go through our gardens and classrooms and what do you find? Faces. The faces of those who pulled an all-nighter, either hitting the books or slamming the shots at Rick’s. Go right through our dorms and you’ll find someone ready with a beer and a futon to rest your feet upon. Go right through our stadium and watch the points keep growing because you know Spartan teams are bound to win. And lastly, go right through the heart of our campus where no matter what season of the year, you can still find someone puking in a bush right next to someone rushing to an exam. God, they are truly fighting with a vim! And as we sit atop our competition — which is Michigan, so we really don’t have to work hard to be up there — we scream, “rah, rah, rah!” and laugh as we clank our emerald encrusted chalices together. The celebration generally starts before the event even begins. But it’s impossible not to pregame, it’s in our blood. Some might call it a weakness, but those that do are generally pussies. Oh, and see their team is weakening, see them trying to hold each other up? Us Spartans can hold ourselves up on our own, but know that keg stands are much better with some friends. So, no matter what our field may be, we’re going to win this game. It’s not a question of win or lose for us, it’s a question of how long we want the game to last. How long do we want to stay here, slouched over our desks, waiting for 2 p.m. to hit, so we can step out into the fresh air of our campus, and hit the sidewalk with that swagger only a Spartan can have? How long do we drag out this amazing journey before we decide to move on and conquer other lands? The answer is yours to give. So everywhere you go, take a deep breath and proudly yell, “Fight, fight, rah team fight! Victory for MSU.”
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