It’s that time of year again, the Big Ten Tournament is upon us, and I ask our audience to try their best to pick the tourney. You should know the drill. Let’s do it. Also, I’ll try and compile the best of the essays to publish. God speed, and fuck wisconsin.
MNW note and not just to get to the magical 150-word limit for these things, how dare you, I am appalled and hurt and a whole lot of other words I would never get out of a thesaurus because it’s not 1994: We might let you publish something on the front page as long as it’s appropriate and your name is not waw.
I said maybe.
118 words? Shit, Stew, throw me a bone next time and say “Fuck wisconsin” a few more times.
Anywho, that’s my time; they’re giving me the light.
Whew! 150 words!