Rob is back from a month Elsewhere. It looks like the end of an era, as John Groce appears intent on ending Illini vacation opportunities.
The Illini regain traction, possibly momentum.
In which the Illini men fly 2000 miles to play three-quarters of a basketball game, before puking nervously on the shoes of the girl they wanted to impress.
Illinois beat Dartmouth 72-65, and everybody's angry about it (except Rob).
We played great. They played like crap. We won.
Illini basketball fumbles in the red zone, coughing up a 12-point lead to lowly Georgia Tech for its first loss of the year.
Donuts, beer, ribs, chicken n' waffles, Andy Capp's hot fries, Kansas City style beef brisket, spaghetti with meatballs, six or seven Snickers bars, popcorn, potato chips.
And one hell of a game.
In which Rayvonte Rice disembowels UNLV, and eats the bones.
During a layover, Rob concocts something akin to a straight news piece. Weird.
While writing about sports for a magazine that prides itself on staying apace of current trends in Correct Views on Things , Rob deftly deploys the word "chink."
Ray Rice was a force of nature. But a different force of nature captured everyone's attention on Sunday.
With all due respect to Kevin Berardini, Jon Ekey is a tough motherfucker. He has two stitches, and 15 rebounds to prove it.
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