In the beginning, there was BHGP, and there was Todd Lickliter, and Marches were boring. And so BHGP tried to make them less boring. There was a bracket. There was a story. There occasionally was a pelican. And there was Commissioner Breadman, overseeing it all. And making bread. And dancing.
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Lickliter eventually left, and Fran made us mad again, and soon Marches were no longer boring. With Iowa basketball back in the NCAA Tournament, Marchifornication was crowded out. Our last attempt in 2013 barely got off the ground before being consumed by legitimate sports.