As I wake from my autumn slumber for a noon bout with the minor beast of the north, I remind myself that not once have I rode into a fall Saturday believing in earnest that the Local Team would be bested – and that ain't starting today.
The Spartans are a rare breed of Buckeye slayers and the bitter north is unforgiving, but the Local Team is due.
The Bucks have gone too many weeks handily handling an opponent, and now they find a top-20 that backed its way into the top-25 last week ready to receive a knockout blow with glee.