Reminiscing on PSU heartbreaks of the 2010s has me thinking about where I watched many of those losses and what a sleeper elite college football town NYC is.
Every college that you can think of has an alumni group with a watch party in a bar somewhere, and you can walk between all of them, bar to bar to bar...
Was going through boxes on Friday, found my favorite old Penn State shirt packed away, thought to myself "Oh I love this shirt! Why'd I ever pack it away?", pulled it out, and wore it for the Wisconsin game. And now I'm remembering why I'd packed it away...
It's cursed.