On Saturday evening, several hours after Jake Mitchell had booted through the game winning field goal in Evanston, I was sitting at Gino's East in downtown Chicago, waiting for some delicious deep dish pizza with a couple friends. For better or worse, we were out of sight of any televisions showing the late games, so we missed whatever it was that happened to Sparty and Alabama dismembering LSU. Without live sports to distract us, naturally the discussion turned to the game earlier that day. As friends are known to do, we have a friendly debate, smiled, took a sip of beer, and eventually started eating pizza.
de Bear Necessities: Searching for a Middle Ground
