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Markus Kidwell

@markuskid

Christian, Hoosier, Marketer

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Am I the only one who thinks Kevin Porter Jr is as mature as a 9 year old playing his 7th game of a weekend in travel ball? #pacers #bucks #clownish

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#Pacers are hard enough to watch this year. Listening to Quinn Buckner act like he invented basketball makes it intolerable. Dude went 13-69 in his one shining season as an nba coach. Google him.

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This Ryan Carr thing…anyone know his comp at Indiana Pacers vs IUBB? I just keep wondering why he’d jump from a world championship team next year to whatever we now have in SSAH. Anyone?

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Is it possible college teams/players might be a bit too cozy with DraftKings and FanDuel? This might be the most questionable pass and defense I’ve ever seen.

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Rod Clark to Don Fischer postgame: "A lot of guys in our program, not just players, a lot of coaches, support staff, it's their first year in the Big Ten. This league can wear on you. Thought some fatigue kicked in down the stretch." #iubb

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#iubb So what are we to make of Josh Harris and Jason Drake? Not sure when they got hurt, but that’s some NIL without a penny of ROI.

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☘️A couple strolls down Market Street after a lively St. Patrick’s Day celebration, the city still humming in the background. The bike lane beside them gleams empty—clean, crisp, untouched. The roadway next to it tells a different story: two worn potholes glinting under the

☘️A couple strolls down Market Street after a lively St. Patrick’s Day celebration, the city still humming in the background. The bike lane beside them gleams empty—clean, crisp, untouched. The roadway next to it tells a different story: two worn potholes glinting under the