(Part of the upcoming tale is fiction and nobody knows if it ever happened that way. The rest though, the much larger part, thankfully for all MSU fans actually did happen and is something that we can all remember for a day, a month or most likely even a lifetime.)
James, nicknamed Jimmy by his friends, pushed open the door to his usual Monday evening hangout. The old sports bar down the road, just a couple of miles from his home, had been a refuge now for many years. He loved the worn down feel of it as its looks basically hadn‘t changed much since the nineties.