The author of these Travels, Mr. Tristan Jung, is my ancient and intimate friend. He has traveled to see many forms of NCAA basketball in his days. Sources have told me he has even visited the unknown lands of Piscataway to see Rutgers. Last night, he sent me a dispatch from his latest voyage to the land of Madison, a strange and terrible place.
I was shipwrecked in Madison, Wisconsin on the night February 1st after my college basketball-powered vessel was caught in an ice storm. They told me you couldn’t sail to Madison, and they were right.