We just Faldo'd K-State, hard core.

I shall let The Sport's Guy explain for me:

"Remember the '96 Masters? The one where Greg Norman fell apart in sections and slapped up the 78, so Nick Faldo sneaked in the back door and won the Green Jacket, even consoling Norman after the tournament because it was that bad? That defeat was 10 times more devastating to Norman than the victory was satisfying to Faldo, if that makes sense. It affected one person much more deeply than the other. You could argue that Norman was never the same.

There should be an easier way to describe these moments in sports -- only because they happen from time to time, and there's no way to quantify that dynamic when it happens -- so maybe we should start calling them "Faldos." Seems simple enough"

If you live in Kansas, anywhere west of Topeka, you're a K-State fan. It really is that geographically dramatic. And if you're a K-State fan, you hate KU, with every fiber of you're being. You loath us with fever only the fiercest of rivals can hold.

And we as students/alumni/fans of the University of Kansas...don't really care. It's not that we're apathetic people, it's that we F’n hate Missouri, and they F'n hate us back. It's the way rivalries work. K-Staters have singularly defined their existence for the last 10 years on the success of their Football team, and how much better they were that KU. So to lose this game was to lose their identity.

So sure, we beat a division opponent, and a fellow Kansas university, but this one only feels slightly more cool than any other division win. But it's down right apocalyptic to them.

And that, my friends, is the textbook definition of a 'Faldo'