Earlier this semester, I had to, in the span of a month, replace all four of the tires on my car. Then, the week of the Kentucky game, I was driving to school one morning when I noticed that my driver’s side rear tire wasn’t holding air pressure. I limped it into the tire store that afternoon knowing that I would have to wait however long it took them to attend to my ailing vehicle. After about 2 hours of trying to ignore Dr. Oz, the technician came in to tell me that it had just been a screw in my tire, and that they had patched it for free.