I don’t know if it qualifies as “crazy” per se, but I was walking back from the gym in Billings, Montana, where I currently live, on the day that we beat Kentucky at home in basketball this season. The temperature was hovering around zero, with a wind chill of roughly -10 to -15. A guy rolled down his window long enough to yell, “Go Vols,” as he passed me on the snow-covered road.