The annual tradition begins once again: the hunt by my beloved UK Wildcats for that 8th national title. There are some scary names potentially in the path of my boys so here's to hoping this batch of young fellas can handle it. It'll be a nerve-wracking few weeks, but I'll wear my shirts proudly and sing the songs and all that jazz. Bourbon will be my companion (along with Dan, the wife, Luke and many others). Go Big Blue.
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