Over the weekend I jetted to Spokane to take Sue to the Gonzaga-Stanford basketball game. I was kinda dreading it, to tell you the truth. After the Super Bowl, the last thing I wanted was more airports and lines, but a promise is a promise. It turns out to be just what the doctor ordered. Being with college students at a big-time college basketball game is pretty much the opposite experience from the Super Bowl. They were boisterous and fun, lively and imaginative. I defy anyone not to enjoy themselves.
ESPN College Gameday was broadcasting from the arena, and during a timeout I watched as the ubiquitous makeup babe touched up the anchors' faces. Using the same pad. Ew. How much money would it take for you to have Digger Phelps' sweat smeared all over your face? I decided I'm well into four digits.