Boy, that was rough.
After an absolute old-fashioned beat-down by Marquette, Dave and I were left shaking our heads, in rhythm. We thought the Notre Dame game was terrible – well, this was even worse. Tonight, we were outrebounded and outhustled on both ends of the floor. Gonzo picked up another technical, as usual. Nunu played lackadaisically on defense, as usual. And, to top it all off, in a gesture of true classlessness, Nutter threw a late-game intentional elbow into the jaw of Dominic James, resulting in the senior’s ejection. Just like the popular childhood candy “Jawbreaker,” this game failed to live up to expectations, even though technically James probably did suffer a microscopic fracture of the jaw.
There is so much to dissect that it’s almost immobilizing. Why did Seton Hall wait until the game was practically over to press? Why was Nunu smiling on the bench when his team was down by 30? The questions are endless.
Nevertheless, there are signs of hope with this team. Mike Davis shows unbelievable heart, and Hazell started shooting well by the end of the game. Laing finished the game very strong, and even Nunu brushed aside the slings and arrows of melancholy to cap the game off with some nice drives to the hoop. So there are reasons to have hope.
All Dave and I have is hope. We live in a cramped apartment, with a TV and a crayfish. We have dedicated our lives to Setonia, and we’ve come too far to give up now. The season starts anew (Nunu!) with the Hall’s next game against West Virginia. If you thought Marquette was huge, all the hopes and dreams of this season begin and end in Morgantown. So we’re going.
That’s right. You heard correctly. We’re driving to Morgantown, WV.
More to follow…