Its back to Kozy for back-to-back playoff games, including basketball and hockey.

And despite the full houses that Kozy Korner in the village of North Hudson will likely have as this weekend approaches, it is never too packed, and always remains, as the name says, just cozy. And it’s worth noting that in this highly mobile community, where new people regularly move in, some who have not been here for the full five years may be unaware of this cozy option to watch a ballgame.

With that said, the Badger men’s basketball team got past what some people at Kozy think was perhaps its biggest test before the Final Four when they came from behind to beat Oregon, in the west regionals of the NCAA tournament. The next test, in the Sweet Sixteen, is when the Badgers take on No. 6 seed, 26-11 Baylor at 7:47 p.m. Thursday, with the game of course shown at Kozy.

Also, at 7 p.m. Friday, the UW men’s hockey team is in the Midwest regional of its own NCAA tourney, in a game set for Cincinnati. The 24-12-2 Badgers face 23-13-3 North Dakota.

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