The smell of aged buffalo meat wafted through his imagination. It was some prior incarnation of the Patsies, and it was Burger Day. Flown in from Jackson Hole, Wyoming, they were the best bison burger meat the Big Sky had to offer, along with bonus buffalo milk cheddar slices. The silky-tasting burgers, with the melted buffalo cheddar on fresh brioche, was a treasured memory. Even the grilled mushrooms on the top seemed opulent in some way. He also remembered the Bison's mascot, sitting down on the bench, awaiting the announcement of Bucknell's recruiting classes, Bucknell students waiting with baited breath hearing each name. (Or perhaps they were in Sojka Pavillion for Midnight Madness, or a midweek game versus Loyola. It's all a bit hazy.) Nonetheless, it was still jarring to see a folder with coffee cup rings on it, "BUCKNELL" written on it in Sharpie and some numbers crossed out on it. What happened? Where were the burgers?