For one night at least, all is right in mid-MO

Thursday was my Super Bowl, you guys. I got up that morning and had a noticeable pep in my step. And no, it wasn’t from my Starbucks caramel brûlée latte (though the return of the holiday drinks menu certainly brought me significant joy). It’s because I knew MIZZOU HOOPS was back in action. Exhibition-shmexibishun. Basketball is basketball— just ask Matt Watkins, who drove all the way from StL to check it out, and I feel like I’ve been waiting years to see my beloved team play ball again. I missed the open practice (stupid HoCo Uber surge pricing), so this was my first chance to see all the glorious newbies.

“But Karen, the game doesn’t count,” you’ll say. “It wasn’t even on tv,” you’ll…