Poor Tressel Bobblehead. I was cleaning my office yesterday and left “the vest” sitting out where little hands could find it. I’m not sure which one of the 3 got a hold of him, but the results can be clearly seen. I did my best to put humpty dumpty back together again, but he now has a permanent “hitch” in his neck. Now everytime I see it on my desk he looks mad at me. Sorta freaks me out.
Good thing it wasn’t a Roy Williams or Dean Smith.
Originally posted to A UNC FAN
