A knock at the door. Otto answers.
Otto flicks on the lights in the living room to reveal the UConn Husky, Pittsburgh Panther, Providence Friar, Villanova Wildcat, Georgetown Hoya, West Virginia Mountaineer, Seton Hall Pirate, Rutgers Scarlet Knight and Notre Dame Fightin’ Irishman, all seated in a semi-circle. A lone chair facing them is in the middle.
I used to love coming to
Guys, please. Storm, listen, we don’t hate you and we want the best for you but the point is this. You’re horrible. You’ve been horrible. There’s no sign that you won’t be horrible anytime in the near future.
You don’t even have a mascot anymore, your logo is just the Syracuse logo with an extension and your team name doesn’t even make sense.
You go out in public and you embarrass the rest of us, my son. You’re better than this…it has to stop...in the name of all that is Holy!
The door opens. The Redman walks through.
I realize now that I’m embarrassing the rest of the conference by being so bad. Even the Bull seems to be doing as well as I am and that’s not acceptable. I promise I’m gonna go out there and be the best I can be! Starting with the Big East Tournament.
Storm leaps up and runs out the front door.