MAN! My whole life I had hoped to see a Greg McDermott-coached Creighton team in action in person. But here I am, in New York, not watching them, scrounging the internets for a feed of the Big Ten Network in my bedroom, enjoying my last few hours with my very small, but well-curated, selection of rap albums on record, as well as my broken bass, a painting I bought for four bucks in Cuba and my punching bag. Sick.
Anyways, let's mourn the loss of P'Allen Stinnett together in the comments section.