chandler wright

I used to wonder what CUSA fans would talk about once UTEP left the conference. Turns out, it’s still UTEP! Rent free.

Each FBS School's Signature Food Item! The beauty of college athletics and the different colleges is the wide range of cultures across these towns, and the interesting regional delicacies they create. Today, I thought we'd highlight the best ones for each school that you havee to try the next time you're at one of these schools🍴 Which foods are missing?💭

UTEP WR Kam Thomas on playing weeknight games in CUSA and avoiding them in the Mountain West: "I hated it. It feels like a scrimmage. It didn't feel real. You don't get the Saturday pregame jitters or the locker room speeches.”

Messi has arrived to Kennesaw State to practice

USA. A Mexican restaurant. We had not yet ordered anything, and the food was already arriving. Chips. Salsa. Unrequested. Free. I stopped the waiter. "We have not earned these." "They just come with the table, man." They come with the TABLE. In my land, hospitality is a debt. Every gift creates an obligation, weighed carefully, returned in the proper season with interest of feeling. Here, the gift arrives before you have even proven you can pay for dinner. This is not an appetizer. This is a declaration: we trust you. Eat. I ate with the gravity the moment deserved. And then — I must report this calmly — the basket emptied, and a new one appeared. "Did we…?" "Refill," the waiter said. "It's bottomless." Bottomless. They have wells of salsa. The supply lines of this nation are beyond anything my ancestors imagined. My friend warned me. "Don't fill up on chips, dude." Too late. I had accepted three baskets. Honor demanded each one be finished — an unfinished gift is an insult. By the time my actual food arrived, I was a ruined man. I was not hungry. I was not comfortable. I had been defeated by a courtesy. Generosity that arrives before the request cannot be repaid. It can only be survived. I know the rule now. I have made my peace with the basket. One basket. Two at the most. Who am I deceiving. There is no number of baskets I would refuse. The trust of a nation is in that salsa, and I intend to honor all of it.