I became a fan in 2003 the year the woman who would become my wife and I got back together. She has been a Jayhawk fan all her life. We had dated in college prior to that and had gone our separate ways. I don't remember much about Kansas from pre-2003, except that I detested Roy, thought he was fake af, and getting back together, I gave Kansas another chance, and was amazed as how genuine, likeable and smart Bill Self was. I remember watching the Elite 8 loss at BW3s and thinking that if it weren't for Jarrett Jack, Self could have taken that team all the way in his first year.
I've always rooted for the good, sincere people above all else. The fact that my [girlfriend] knew everything about Kansas and the players fed my indoctrination. Rooting for Bill Self at a Blue Blood where the world could see became a moral imperative, the East Coast favoritism in recruiting and coverage incensed me.
The following year, I watched the Bucknell loss alone as my [girlfriend] was working, so certain was she of victory. That may have been the moment of my complete indoctrination. 1106 miles away from Lawrence Kansas, alone and deeply shocked, I became the doomsday messenger awaiting my [girlfriend]'s return, alone with the knowledge of the frustration and BS we would have to weather until next season could wash it away.
When we got married in 2008, a Jayhawk adorned my groom's cake. It still sits in our freezer. Maybe this will be the year I will eat another piece of it.