So, tonight we are watching the Badgers again and I am reminded of another occasion in Madison, walking down Regent Street, en route to a Badger game. A random, perhaps intoxicated, older gentleman approaches Mark, shouting, “Hey man, I like your dreadlocks. I’m dying… and I’ve always wanted dreadlocks.” Without skipping a beat, Mark reached up to his scalp, yanked out a dreadlock from his head and handed it to the guy as we continued walking. Yes, you read that correctly. He really did that.