Fight on, fight on, you mighty Sycamores, Sycamores
It was 4 o’clock.
I had submitted a first draft of a chapter that’ll be published next year, buttoned up my work emails for the day, and didn’t have to pick up the Wildkits for another 45 minutes. I had time.
Then I opened up OTE, like an idiot, and remembered it’s now my job to make Gamethreads.
Tonight’s first Big Ten game is, for some reason, a 5:30pm kick between the #22 Indiana Hoosiers and the unranked, 2-0 but untested, Indiana State Sycamores.
The Mighty Trees have beaten D-II McKendree and so-bad-they-left-the-MVFC Eastern Illinois by healthy margins, so this is their first test in a season of, well, many. From here, the Larry Birds go to Bloomington and then, in order:
- #5 Montana (away)
- #17 Southern Illinois (away)
- #12 South Dakota (home)
- #1 North Dakota State (home)
- #16 North Dakota (away)
- #2 South Dakota State (away)
- #7 Illinois State (home)
- RV Youngstown State (away)
- Murray State (home)
The Sycs could be a perfectly cromulent FCS team, but we’ll never know, because that is absolutely ridiculous.
B1G Schedule
Indiana State Sycamores at #22 Indiana Hoosiers
5:30pm CT | BTN | IU -47.5 | O/U 59.5
New Mexico Lobos at UCLA Bruins
9pm | BTN | UCLA -15.5 | O/U 53.5
We’ve picked the Lobos-Bruins game over here, so be sure to hit that up. I’m still not sold that this line should be so big. (It will take approximately 10 minutes for me to be proven wrong when it turns out that you cannot just, in fact, replace Devon Dampier.)
Not B1G Schedule
Colorado Buffaloes at Houston Cougars
6:30pm | ESPN | UH -5.5 | O/U 43.5
Kansas State Wildcats at Arizona Wildcats
8pm | FOX | Arizona -1.5 | O/U 54.5
Here’s your open thread for the evening. Don’t burn the place down or get me in trouble. Remember: if you drink any of the liquor, fill it back up to the line with water.
Cash only, eat the bread.
Approach Of Winter
The half-stripped trees
struck by a wind together,
bending all,
the leaves flutter drily
and refuse to let go
or driven like hail
stream bitterly out to one side
and fall
where the salvias, hard carmine—
like no leaf that ever was—
edge the bare garden.
