Illini Basketball

Illini basketball fumbles in the red zone, coughing up a 12-point lead to lowly Georgia Tech for its first loss of the year.

Donuts, beer, ribs, chicken n' waffles, Andy Capp's hot fries, Kansas City style beef brisket, spaghetti with meatballs, six or seven Snickers bars, popcorn, potato chips.

And one hell of a game.

In which Rayvonte Rice disembowels UNLV, and eats the bones.

During a layover, Rob concocts something akin to a straight news piece. Weird.

While writing about sports for a magazine that prides itself on staying apace of current trends in Correct Views on Things , Rob deftly deploys the word “chink.”

Ray Rice was a force of nature. But a different force of nature captured everyone's attention on Sunday.

With all due respect to Kevin Berardini, Jon Ekey is a tough motherfucker. He has two stitches, and 15 rebounds to prove it.

For as long as you can remember, the Illini basketball brand has been inextricably linked with the name Tate. But this time, he can jump.

John Fucking Groce.