**UTSA Dominates Kansas State with 10-2 Win in Austin Regional Nightcap: A Game for the Ages!**
In a shocking turn of events that left sports analysts scratching their heads and fans questioning their life choices, the University of Texas at San Antonio (UTSA) Roadrunners clobbered the Kansas State Wildcats 10-2 in the Austin Regional nightcap. The game was so one-sided that even the scoreboard seemed to be in on the joke, displaying a smug grin as it ticked up the points for UTSA.
“Honestly, I thought we were playing a game of dodgeball at one point,” said UTSA’s star pitcher, Chuck “The Arm” McGee, who claimed he was just trying to throw the ball at the opposing players to see if they could dodge it. “Turns out, they couldn’t dodge anything. I guess they were too busy looking for their lost cats or something.”
Kansas State’s coach, Bill “I Should Have Stuck to Croquet” Thompson, was baffled by the performance. “I told my players to bring their A-game, but apparently, they brought their C-minus game instead. I mean, I saw one player trying to catch a fly ball with a nacho platter. It was a disaster!”
The Roadrunners’ offense was so relentless that even the hot dog vendors in the stands were getting nervous. “I’ve never seen anything like it,” said local vendor Frank “I’m Just Here for the Mustard” Johnson. “I thought I was going to have to start selling ice cream just to keep up with the demand for runs!”
As the game concluded, UTSA fans celebrated by chanting, “We’re not just Roadrunners; we’re RoadRUNNING!” while Kansas State fans quietly Googled “How to play baseball” on their phones.
In a post-game interview, UTSA’s mascot, Rowdy the Roadrunner, was asked about the team’s strategy. “Beep beep, baby! We just ran circles around them!” he exclaimed, before accidentally knocking over a Gatorade cooler in a fit of excitement.
As the dust settles on this historic victory, one thing is clear: UTSA has officially put Kansas State on notice. And if they keep this up, they might just be the next team to make a run for the championship—or at least a solid run for the nearest taco truck.
