I don’t really know how I got here.
Not in the straightforward biological sense. Not really, even, in the more complex what-are-any-of-us-doing-on-this-here-Earth construction.
But when it comes to the question of how I wound up writing about the long, weird history of college basketball in a much-loved forum like this, the mystery deepens.
After all, I haven’t played the sport since sixth grade, despite showing promise as a good-passing big man (or, less charitably, a chubby kid who knew full well I was the team’s third-best Matt). I didn’t attend any definition of a mid-major; instead, I graduated from a huge state university in one of the most lumbering power conferences of all, the Big Ten. Baseball has always been my favorite sport; I live and die for my alma mater’s hockey team; I’ve spent my whole adult life in Minnesota, one of the two or three states in America that don’t even have