Apologies to the men's basketball team. I led the Saturday Skull Session with a prayer request for the Basketbucks when I should've led with a prayer request for Kentucky.
I could brush it off as "reverse jinx mojo," but that'd be wrong. I sat down with no faith on Saturday, and the Buckeyes dragged my face in my wrongness like a puppy that soiled their rug.
Perhaps this is why mediocre bloggers don't decide sports outcomes.
FIESTA BOWL DEATH MARCH CONTINUES. Holiday joviality feels like concrete on my soul so the 13 sunrises between us and the Fiesta Bowl feels like 13 weeks.