Note: This was the first installment of The Kragthorpe Diaries, originally “printed” September 26, 2007 — long before anyone started reading this site. Since then, Kragthorpe has lost to Syracuse (twice), Kentucky (twice), and had Rutgers put up 63 measly points. Needless to say, The Krag’s life has gotten worse.
I am so completely fucked. Utterly, totally, didn’t have the courtesy of a reach-around fucked.
It all looked so rosy. Top 10 program. Orange Bowl champion. How could I screw this up? I couldn’t. No way. I single-handedly turned Tulsa around. Tulsa for fuck’s sake. You think anyone wants to go to Tulsa? Shit no. But there I was, winning games and making Steve Kragthorpe a household name.
Everybody wanted a piece of The Krag. Programs wanted me. Schools across the country were throwing money at me. Taking me to expensive restaurants. Showering me with gifts. Setting me up with hot ass ladies. Sure I’m married, but not when I’m on the road. On the road, The Krag has to get him some split-tail, you know what I’m saying? As long as that shit stays on the DL, The Krag is all good.