So I was going to the football game today, trying to find a good way to wheel my grandma up to the suites. Along comes a kind man to give directions. It was John Beilein. I was pretty shocked so all I could come up with was a "nice to meet you", but he directed us to where we needed to go. I asked my grandpa if he knew who had just helped us, he responded by saying " I assume he works for the university"; I guess he was right.
"Northwestern fans can be both heartened and disheartened by the loss to Minnesota just like how nineteenth-century resurrectionists were heartened when they pried a heart from a freshly-buried corpse and then disheartened it when they sold it to a disreputable anatomist."