IU Sucks.
Two letters. Followed by one word. A chant.
In the best case, it is a cheeky wink, a reminder to the world at large when we play teams like Penn St. or Rutgers, Nebraska and Iowa, that this is the state of Indiana. While you are here to play us in basketball, it is only that to you. A game.
But we know. And though we hate them, those in cream and crimson, in the far south, we know they know, too. In ways no one else ever will. That is our fate. That is our curse.