A portion of Boston College juts into the part of Chestnut Hill that sits in my home town of Newton, Mass. Growing up as a boy in Newton, I did not realize that the precincts where I spent my youth were really in ACC country.
I did not discover the ACC until I migrated to Virginia for college in the early 1970s, believing that I had left BC behind in the faraway northeast, where it played Holy Cross. Little did I know of the vagaries of athletic conferences.
Now I come to find that College Park, Maryland, where I studied in the middle '90s, is really located in the eastern reaches of Big Ten country, and not the northern end of Tobacco Road as I had understood sports geography. As a Maryland alum, I must now consider how we match up against Nebraska. I must also find out where Nebraska is.
I am all mixed up.