What's Your Story

How swiftly Zug had surmounted the icy Alleghenys and in his mind conceived immense upheavals, coming war. When he reached the water of the little Juniata, clearly to the leader through the murky night appeared a mighty image of his college in distress, grief in her face, her white hair streaming from her tower-crowned head, with tresses torn and shoulders bare she stood before him, and sighing said:

"Where further do you march? Where do you take my standards, warriors? If lawfully you come, if as citizens, this far only is allowed."

Then trembling struck the leader’s limbs; his hair grew stiff and weakness checked his progress, holding his feet at the river’s edge. At last he speaks:

"O Engle, surveying great State’s walls from the Nittany Mountain -
O Pennsylvanian house gods of Lasch, clan and mysteries of Bezdek who was carried off to heaven -
O Cappelletti of Upper Darby, seated in lofty Laguna Niguel and hearths of Vesta -
O Penn State, equal to the highest deity, favor my plans.

Not with impious weapons do I pursue you. Here am I, Zug, conqueror of Columbus and East Lansing, your own soldier, everywhere, now, too, if I am permitted. The man who makes me your enemy — it is he who be the guilty one."

Then he broke the barriers of war and through the swollen river swiftly took his standards. And Zug crossed the flood and reached the opposite bank. From Happy Valley’s forbidden fields he took his stand and said: "Here I abandon peace and desecrated law. Fortune, it is you I follow. Farewell to treaties. From now on war is our judge."

"Hail, Zug: We who are about to die salute you!"

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I’m currently at Penn State studying English and Communications Education (High School English teacher essentially). I grew up in Parsippany, NJ, moved to West Chester, PA and eventually want to be a preacher (I’m getting ordained in December in Bellefonte.

I’m also a writing tutor and member of the basketball and volleyball pep bands. I’m also interning for Christian Student Fellowship on campus.

I started my love affair with Penn State when I turned 9 and Penn State lost to Iowa but I still got hooked. My dad went to Penn State so I had a head start.

Yeah so that’s about it… yay

And I am a wealthy industrialist residing in NYC, I mostly do imports and exports. I also dabble in medicine and have founded a branch of medicine in conventional use which has not been proven to have any desirable medical effects.

I’m Art Vandelay. I use to work for Vandelay Industries, I worked in Latex. I was a Marine Biologist. Now I work as an architect

And I run a blog.

and I am and architect but I also do a little importing/exporting on the side

anyone interested in investing in Kramerica Industries? They have some great ideas and they could hit it big anytime soon

4th generation PSU alumni, I’ve been penn state since been penn state since been penn state since been penn state. I also am responsible for this:

I comment on blogs.

I am also a serial killer.

Can be found here

Current Student, hopefully for at least 10-15 more years.

Am I the meanest?
Am I the prettiest?
Am I the baddest mofo low down around this town?

SHO’NUFF!

Hey – can someone photoshop a blue glow on the hands here? Need to send the right tailgate message, after all. okthxbai

Other than BSD my main activity involves brewing tasty carbonated tailgate related beer.

other than, I’m kind of a big deal. People know me. I have many leather-bound books and my apartment smells of rich mahogany.

My name is Kris Kristofferson and I’m with the IRS

what started as one mans journey to connect with his fellow blueandwhiteaholics has dwindled down into a shameful tasteless excuse for seinfeld references and unrelated picture imports, and i should know about this, my name is art vandelay and i’m a circuit court judge in the fine state massachusetts

btw…I never went to penn state, i grew up outside of huntingdon PA just 20 minutes from state college, two of my uncles had season tix and from the ages of 6-12 i went to at least two games a year, i currently reside in western PA around the national hub of waynesburg, and ended up graduating from the same high school as psu drop out kary kolat

My name is kmblue and I love shoes. Especially these black platform stilettos I have on right now. And no, I"m not a skrippa even though you can make it rain on me. I need the cash

I never really wanted to go to school there. I wanted to go to Pitt actually, but PSU was the only in state school with a BS in Meteorology. While attending school, I acutally hated it (to be honest, I was more of a NFL than college football fan). I thought most of the students were stuck up snobs that thought less of me b/c I started out at a branch campus (GO BEHREND!!!). Though, I have to admit, being in the Blue Band the night we played Nebraska was pretty darn awesome!

But my hatred slowly turned into dislike by my senior year.

Then came my first Blue White Weekend and my first tailgate. It was 2005 and I met the greatest PSU tailgaters. That weekend seriously changed my life!!! I’ve been hooked on PSU (disavowing my like of Pitt almost immeditately) ever since. What really nailed the coffin was moving to Columbus, OH. Seriously. From the first moment I stepped foot in Ohio, I became a diehard Nittany Lion. It’s taken 3 long years but I am finally moving back to PA. My going away parties are entitled…OH-FU!! I really hate the buckeyes!!!

Dad (‘50), me (’78), daughter (‘08), and nephews (’06 and ’09).

Lifelong fan, as Dad brought me up for the occassional game throughout my otherwise misspent youth. Remember being pissed off in ‘68 and ’69 that ’eastern football’ was considered lame, and 2 undefeated seasons dissed. The ‘69 Orange Bowl (’68 season) had such a great finish:

http://www.mmbolding.com/bowls/Orange_1969.htm

Still hit every home game with Dad, Sis and Bro-in-Law. Yes, we puke up roughly $30 Brazilian for 2 rooms each weekend at the swinging Motel 6, but it allows us to also catch the Womens V-Ball games, avoid game day travel, and casually enjoy the entire football weekend atmosphere.

Dad and I hit the links on pre-game Fridays, so if there are any playas out there that would like to play along, let me know. The usual haunts are the PSU courses, ELKS CC, and the new Freestone course about 4 miles north of campus. Amazingly, we’re still welcome everywhere – my divots are of the legendary beaver-pelt variety.

So – that’s my story, and I’m stickin’ to it.

being born in Pennsylvania. I remember early on in elementary school writing that I wanted to go to PSU to be a veterinarian or one of those giant crane operators. Alas, the crane and Vet dreams didn’t fly but I did follow my brother (10+ yrs my senior) to PSU just in time to witness 1988, PSU’s 1st losing football season in 50 years.

One thing a massive state school like PSU offers is a bajillion majors. I had no clue. I did love building with legos as a kid, so I aimed high and went with Aerospace Engineering. I soon figured out that lego rocketships had little to do with higher level math and physics and after a dabble in polymer science I earned my degree in Industrial Engineering. Not bad except for all the machine operators and union folk that hate Industrial Engineers. Thank god for minors – in this case Finance. Thank God I have a window.