Purdue: what's not to love?
It must be Valentine's Day. How do I know this? Maybe it's because of the love and scent of fine champagnia that permeate the air of my swingin' bachelor pad. Or perhaps that is the smell of dirty laundry and stale beer. Alas, hate is also in the air. A Valentine's Day match-up between IU and Purdue will hardly have lots of cuddling to offer. Fisticuffs, on the other hand, are a distinct possibility.

