Greetings, friends. It’s been a while.
You may know me as the elder statesman of the writers room who refuses to grow up, as evidenced by video toasts to the fanbase after our football games.
Despite what my unhealthy level of devotion would suggest, I am not quite a Fighting Illini lifer. I didn’t grow up in a big college sports family, and none of my friends were into the Illini enough that I had any reason to care. I was aware of the 2005 title game run for the basketball team, but that only registered a, “Oh, hey, that’s neat!