My Official Nomination for Coach of the Year.

The secret is out. Frankenmartin can coach some basketball.


We always knew he was fun to watch.


We always knew that he had a little-tiny-itty-bitty-temper.


And we knew that he had a passion for the game.


What we didn't know was how much we needed that passion.

His passion has rubbed off on his players...


And the fans.

Seriously? The Octagon of Doom? When I was in college Bramlage was the teal accented house of silence, where K-State Basketball had come to enjoy its retirement in some peace and quiet already. It was just two years ago that KU fans were still referring to it as Allen Field House West; where the Jayhawks boasted a perfect record.

Do you know what else we didn't know? We didn't know that Frankenmartin GETS K-State.
That Frankenmartin IS K-State.

So while Bobby Knight might still not respect Frankenmartin like he should (can we all get some Knight-themed chants prepared for his possible return as color commentator?) It is time for K-State to respect Frankenmartin. And not just to fetch him a tailor (you're welcome.)
I'm talking cash.
I'm talking a big fat contract.
Because the rest of the nation watched and saw what a great coach we have. I'm sure there are plenty of other basketball programs across the country who need a good dose of passion and anger and fun. Let's make sure he stays. Let's do our part to make his first Collegiate head coaching job his last. We know he will keep up his end of the bargain.

Let's make Coach smile.