I don’t need to tell you that my alma mater, Wisconsin, plays Michigan in college football on Saturday, and the fate of the planet—or at least my petty psyche—is dependent on Wisconsin winning, preferably by at least 17 touchdowns.
I don’t need to tell you that my alma mater, Wisconsin, plays Michigan in college football on Saturday, and the fate of the planet—or at least my petty psyche—is dependent on Wisconsin winning, preferably by at least 17 touchdowns.