“Classic” Scratchbomb: Olympics of the Mind Meets Freedom of Drunken Speech

With Marched Madness back in action, I thought some folks might enjoy this post from last year, in which I relate my first encounter with Bobby Knight, kid-helmed anarchy, and public obscenity. It also involves Syracuse, and yes, I realize Syracuse is already done. Just go along for the ride, okay? If you don’t like it, ask for your money back, fella.