Milwaukee doesn’t have a hospitable winter climate, and the arena was a mile away from our dorm. Didn’t matter. The team was just above .500. Didn’t matter. Games were often on weeknights, with tests and papers due the next day. Didn’t matter. We painted our faces, donned our gold (under multiple layers of fleece and thermals), and made the trip – usually on foot, even though there were shuttles available – yelling the whole way. Men’s basketball was a unifying factor on campus, part of the reason I picked my school, and the source of some of my fondest undergrad memories.