Indiana has a t-shirt gatling gun.
I don’t know why this sticks out as such a perfect metaphor, but it is. I didn’t see it at first, I heard it. Sitting way way way up in press row, it was a quick successions of deep punches in my chest that caused me to look down and see the giant spinning contraption explode out t-shirt after t-shirt with efficiency and power.
When you walk into Assembly Hall, it’s hard to not be impressed. I had never attended a college basketball game at another campus. Mackey Arena is what I was raised on.