This past weekend, I was doing my usual Saturday afternoon autumnal dance. On the TV, the Wisconsin Badgers were battling Purdue. On my laptop computer,
Pride still matters.
It’s been over a month now, and it still hurts. But it gets a little better each day. For five months, basketball fans up here
When the Madness was personal.
It is March, which means the end of winter and arrival of spring, baseball training camps in full swing, and millions of Americans are bewitched