As is custom on the third friday in march, I left work about 1030, stopped at a liquor store for some supplies, and ventured over to a buddies house to watch the tournament and eat fried chicken....We've been doing this for years, but this was the first time we had a vested interest in one of the games, as you can imagine by the time the BU game started none of us were feeling any pain...I'll never forget when one of my buddies leaned over to me in the second half and said "Holy ****, I think we actually have a shot at this." After the game was over I ventured over to Emmit's pub, at the time there was a large contingent of Peorians working there, both at the door and behind the bar, what a feeling it was walking up to the front of the line ripping open my jacket to proudly display my Bradley Tshirt, and have the bouncer yell go braves, hug me, and let me skip the line. What a night, too bad it's not to be repeated this year.