The D-League as petri dish for weird basketball concepts.
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I'm home now. An hour or so at the post-game tailgate and then a three hour drive back to Northern Ohio. The skin on my hands are cracked and bleeding from clapping as hard as i can and random high-fiving the people around me. My voice is shot from screaming at the top of my lungs from noon until the last play of overtime. My feet hurt from standing and jumping and slamming my feet into the plastic that masquerades as a seat in our stadium to make as much noise as I can. I'm 51, and I gave everything I could give to the team from Section 5, row 30. As I write this I'm smiling ear to ear and feeling good in a way that a win from a pro team could never deliver.
Games like today are why I come back to cheer on my alma mater year after year.....why I yell....why I STAND....and why I'm a Michigan fan - first, last and always no matter what their record is.
Go Blue-beat Purdue!