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Game Day!

I'm going to sum up our trip to Manhattan yesterday with this picture --  It was probably my favorite moment of the evening (besides K-State winning):

It was my favorite moment for two reasons:  1.  It really was beautiful - blazing red!  2.  It was the moment we said good-bye to the sun!!

I'm not sure I've ever been so hot in my life!  In fact, Cambry and I didn't even watch the first half - we sat under the bleachers and listened.  We watched a never-ending line, not at the bathrooms, but at the drinking fountain.  People were constantly refilling water bottles!  I think we were all sweating out water as fast as we were drinking it.  Thankfully, we were able to enjoy the whole second half in relative comfort.  Thank goodness for the workers at the stadium who constantly handed out ice water-soaked paper towels - the coolness, if even for a moment, was so refreshing!

Now, on to the rest of our visit.  Cambry was so happy that there were kids' activities in Bramlage (basketball gym).  She made a poster, and she and I took our pictures in a photo booth (with football helmets on and everything) - that was the main thing she wanted to do!  Willie Wildcat was signing autographs, but neither of our children are brave enough to do things like that!  Caiden even tried his luck at passing a football to a "receiver."

K-State ended up winning 48-27, and we watched for Weston on every kickoff.  Wouldn't you know it - as soon as we decided to leave, he had a solo tackle!  Wish we would have seen it.

I love our visits to Manhattan - even when it's blazing hot!


Cambry's best wildcat face!


On our way back to the air-conditioned van!

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  1. I seriously get tears every time our family goes to Manhattan and I can share with our boys the pride of Wildcatland! Seeing these pics of your kiddos experiencing purple pride got the waterworks going again! EMAW!!!!

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