Mo Rocca

Hi, Jared.

I mean, I don't know.

I get the idea of go big or go home, but Greenland is huge.

I mean, it's the size of three Texases.

Couldn't he have demanded, I don't know, Monaco or Luxembourg or something smaller that maybe they would have given him that?

I assume that they do stuff all the time when we're not around.

Wait, the other end for what?

A little ditty about a shack and a fan.

First, he was John Cougar, then John Cougar Mellencamp, then John Mellencamp, but he's always been a Hoosiers football fan.

Even when Indiana University's football team was a joke, which it was for a long time, Mellencamp and his Marlboro Reds were there.

His loyalty was rewarded when the school built the Heartland Rocker and self-described antisocial guy his own small wooden shack

way up high on top of the stadium.

Not exactly a luxury box, no bathroom even, but the perfect spot from which he could watch games and indulge his favorite vice.

I sit up there, nobody bothers me, and I can smoke, Mellencamp said.

Not that the actual players fully appreciate their number one fan, said lineman Bray Lynch.

His songs aren't necessarily ones that would get you, like, super hyped.

What do you mean?

How do you not get hyped up to lyrics like, I was born in a small town and I live in a small town.

Probably die in a small town.

Can I ask?