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Twenty-Four Straight Hours of College Basketball Destroyed My Mind
What happens when a writer tries to watch the first 24 hours of the college hoops season? A lot, turns out.
Twenty-Four Straight Hours of College Basketball Destroyed My Mind
An endless parade of crimson-lipped cheerleaders and reptilian coaches began to bleed together, and all the games merged into a single, massive, all-consuming monstrosity of competition whose sole purpose was to wear me down. Here, in the cruel light...
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