Long before this college basketball season started, I spent plenty of time at the local Applebee’s.
Final Four. Cincinnati Bearcats basketball. It didn’t matter.
It especially didn’t matter four springs back.
Especially during the Alliance of American Football season of 20 and 19.
The Alliance of American Football only lasted eight weeks and I spent all eight of those weekends at Applebee’s.
I worked my way through the Classic Combo platter during each telecast, loading up on boneless wings, quesadillas and mozzarella sticks as I watched the Apollos, Hotshots and Iron toil away during the 4 o’clock Sunday time slot.