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Almost everyone who ever met him was excited to meet Muhammad Ali. But he was keenly aware of what it meant for THEM to meet Muhammad Ali.

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Coach Roy Hobbson gives the speech of his life before setting off for the open, endless road of Spring Break with his wife and three little kids. It's the story of the underdogs that could, maybe. It'll go straight to your heart.

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Do not be the horrible person in the bar publicly and loudly rooting for the heavily favored teams in a tight game simply because you don

’t want your bracket ruined. That is unacceptable behavior that cannot – and will not – be tolerated. Today is about the underdogs. Not you winning your office pool.

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(Editor's note: NUVO's Roy Hobbson has lived the dream of every young Hoosier basketball fan — he played Division 1 college ball in the state of Indiana. Unfortunately, the school he went to was, um, small. This is his story.)

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The Brickyard 400 has come and gone. Some racecar driver won the race, although I don't know who. A few dozen more drivers lost, as did the 4,000 or so spectators in the IMS stands watching the “action” on the track and melting their Oakley’s off in the Mississippi heat. Done and done, right…

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Why hello there, typical NUVO reader – have you been keeping up with how IndyCar just IndyCar’d themselves in their foot yesterday … and then also their lungs and wallet and hard-earned momentum, murdering them all real good? No? Hello???

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Greetings and salutations, humans of the City of Indianapolis – I am Dribo Leatherleaf of Westmarch, Guardian of the Caves. HAHA that is not my real name, of course! I am just synthesizing your circuit without connecting the haptic RAM matrix!! No, that is my mythical name when I play RuneSc…

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When Jesus or James Madison or whoever invented Father’s Day, a vision was born. A movement. A call to arms, really, which was never intended to involve cookouts or effort or otherwise doing shit with our kids. (THAT IS NOT HOW YOU HONOR ME, CHILDREN!!) Because for one glorious day, all dece…