Even other people think the Phog is baller

I found this below article written by some dolt from texass, at least he knows how we like to party

Daily Texan Online
There’s not much that makes Allen Fieldhouse any different when I look at it from the curb.

Bricks. Windows. A couple of trees outside. Even the stadium’s name looks typical in that standard bold-face type.

Then I walk inside.

Allen Fieldhouse already has a reputation as one of the best college basketball venues in the country, but I didn’t realize exactly what that meant until I made the 10-hour trek from Austin to see it in person.

It has a unique old-school feel, with the fans right behind the media rows in bleacher seats that look they belong in a high school gym rather than in a major stadium. The student section sits behind a railing that features wooden boards that function as something to hang banners on and a as louder-than-life drum. Imagine the basic “De-fense” chant amped up with extra wood-slapping bass.

The Fieldhouse is about the noise in every way. The music in between time-outs is so loud it’s barely recognizable at times.

The student chants make you wonder how they act in the library. Even in the floor-side media row, I could barely hear the referees’ whistles at times.

The intensity, the excitement, the soldier who descended down a rope from the ceiling, paratrooper-style, just to deliver the official game ball ? it all puts the Erwin Center to shame.

Watching a game in the Erwin Center is more relaxing. Fans frequently leave early to beat the traffic. In-game chants are modest in comparison and the crowd only seems to get into the game if Texas looks like they’re about be upset (The Texas loss to Kansas State seemed to rile up the crowd more than the win over UCLA).

The Erwin Center has a lot more to look at on the outside, but it lacks the passion of The Phog.After a Tyshawn Taylor dunk all but sealed the Kansas win, the 18th sellout crowd of the season (they’ve played 19 home games) added its own punctuation to the victory with a roar that forces the decibel meter on the jumbotron to peak at 104.8.
I felt the vibrations through my chair. The student section include several cardboard letters that came together to read “Big XII Champs.”

Then came the Rock Chalk. It’s the one chant no one quite understands, but it gave me the chills. Nothing is as creepy as 16,300 grown men and women getting together to sing “KU.”

It took a 700-mile road trip through the plains but I finally know how a building transforms from a basic sports arena to the spirit capital of college basketball:

A bunch of fans screaming at the top of their lungs.





Below is some blog from some guy that works with some girl that I know, this dude is a mizz fan, but even those losers recognize greatness.

Beware the Phog.

I went to the KU-MU game. Man that was a mistake.

How is MU supposed to win at the legendary Allen Fieldhouse, a place so steeped in “Rock Chalk” history, you need to walk through a museum and various national trophies to find your seat?

How is MU supposed to win when the scoreboard plays a rousing video that touts countless Big 12 championships, Final Four appearances, and national championships, including pictures of James Naismith inventing the game of basketball with a peach basket and Wilt Chamberlain posing in a KU uniform?

How is MU supposed to win when the crowd goes bat-shiat crazy every time KU scores and the sound level is off the freaking charts?

How is MU supposed to win after KU let a 14-point lead slip away in Columbia and now they arehungry for revenge with another Big 12 Championship on the line?

How is MU supposed to win when KU goes on a 16-point run in the first five minutes? How I ask you?

This was not fair. This was not fair. I’m writing a letter to the commissioner.