With the season sadly over, The Animals would like to express our gratitude to all of those that supported us this season.
First, to the team, we love you guys and are proud of you and the fight you showed all season. We wish you could keep playing in Omaha, but it wasn’t meant to be. We do what we do for you guys first and foremost, and that will never change. Thank you seniors for everything you have done over the years, we will miss you!
To 11, Chip and the rest of the FSU baseball staff, we just want to say there is no classier organization in college baseball, period.
To Jon Cole, FSU Baseball Sports Information Director, we just want to say that you for all the information and access you supplied throughout the season. It may have been your rookie year, but you never missed a beat!
Thanks to our sponsors, without your generosity this web site and so much more would not have even been possible.
Finally, to the rest of the FSU Baseball family – the fans – you guys rock! Thanks for all the kind words and support you have shown us this year. Thanks for ‘getting’ us (and/or for putting up with us). There isn’t a more baseball savvy group of fans anywhere.
Starting the countdown now to the Leadoff Dinner!
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I am an Animal.
This can be interpreted in a variety of ways, few of them positive, but what I mean is this: I am one of the Animals of Section B, a boisterous, zealous, almost famous group of fans that supportsFlorida State University’s Seminole baseball team with a devotion unparalleled in the world of college baseball.
We cheer: “N-O-L-E-S. NOLES!” “N-O-L-E-S. NOLES!” We chant when our pitcher is on the brink of a strikeout: “K Time! (Clap. Clap) K Time! (Clap, Clap.)” We razz opposing pitchers on the brink of issuing a walk: “Walk him on, rag arm, walk him on. (Get a hit!) Walk him on, rag arm, walk him on. (Get a hit!)”
We adhere to an often bizarre set of superstitions, some reaching back in time, some invented as events warrant. (See below regarding my odd contribution to this and, separately, to our traditional rendition of “O Canada,” the Canadian national anthem, though only one of us is of the Canadian persuasion.)