nothing like coming home...

Section 111 Row Q seats 13 & 14.

Yuengling at the Acela Club while the team warms up.

Parking near the Law School and taking a 4 minute walk.

Those are very friendly and familiar places for me between mid November and early March every year.

Even moreso when you consider that the last two games had seen me take various modes of public transportation to catch games in completely different environments. I think it is safe to say that Morgantown, West Virginia and New York City are pretty much polar opposites.

(For those of you keeping track at home: Train > Bus. Just in case there was any debate.)

The games themselves were also night and day. I mean we go from a thrilling comeback win that includes a clutch three with six seconds left and a block at the buzzer to the biggest conference loss in the history of St. John's Basketball. It was so bad I almost felt bad for the Johnnies.

ALMOST.

I really don't want to complain about a road win, but when you take off of work to catch a train to the city you would rather see something a little bit more compelling than 41 - 14 at the half.

Ouch.

I love how I was initially worried that if the game went into overtime I might have trouble making my train home. Yeah that almost happened.

You know I think I am going to make these blogs shorter with the hopes that it will increase my readership. Don't want to jinx myself but it seems like there are at least 3 people reading.

Really closing in on double digits there. Silly.