So I am sitting around at home watching Michigan beat the crap out of Nebraska in the Alamo Bowl. Except the Cornholers immediately go up 7–0 on a long play. Bad sign. Obviously, I am cursing the outcome, so I go to the gym. Maybe aggravating the various “Shouldn’t have done THAT” muscle strains from […]Read more "Corn 32, Maize 28 – It’s all my fault"