Ah yes…what a wonderful time of year. My baseball team is the baseball version of a smoldering wasteland and I’m neck deep in golfy goodness but there’s still something missing. And that something is college football madness, the kind of madness that instinctively pops up once the calendar turns to Smarch July. This year, I’m not crazy excited, just regular excited. I know my Buckeyes will roll through the Big Ten because the only other team worth a shit, Penn State, couldn’t be fraudier
