I woke up Monday morning with two thoughts. One - there are only two and a half weeks until Christmas, and two - I won’t be getting tickets to Nashville for a present. What happens at a Bison playoff stays at a Bison playoff, so no, I don’t want to talk about it. I want to cry into my pillow for a few weeks, and then I’ll be over it. It doesn’t even make me feel better to gloat about UN...