Xpectations
03-12-2008, 03:53 PM
Last year at the A-10 tourney, Dayton fans began chanting "We Want Xavier!" the day before they played us. I'm certain many were chanting that again today.
As a result, I thought I'd resurrect my post prior to our tourney game with them last year when they were chanting and so eager to play us.
Coach Miller: You want a championship?
UD Fan: I think we’re entitled to it.
Coach Miller: You want the Muskies?
UD Fan: We want Xavier!
Coach Miller: You can't handle Xavier! Son, we live in a conference that plays basketball. And those baskets have to be guarded by men. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Coach Gregory? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Monty Scott and you curse Xavier. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that Scott’s injury, while tragic, probably made you a better team. And our existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, wins championships...You don't want the truth, because deep down, in places you don't talk about at your sewage-filled arena, you want us in this league. You need us in this league. We use words like West, Sato, Cage...We use these words as the backbone to a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a fan who rises and sleeps under the blanket of conference respectability I provide, then questions the manner in which I provide it! I'd rather you just said thank you and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up some real players and find a way to win a championship yourselves. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you're entitled to!
As a result, I thought I'd resurrect my post prior to our tourney game with them last year when they were chanting and so eager to play us.
Coach Miller: You want a championship?
UD Fan: I think we’re entitled to it.
Coach Miller: You want the Muskies?
UD Fan: We want Xavier!
Coach Miller: You can't handle Xavier! Son, we live in a conference that plays basketball. And those baskets have to be guarded by men. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Coach Gregory? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Monty Scott and you curse Xavier. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know: that Scott’s injury, while tragic, probably made you a better team. And our existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, wins championships...You don't want the truth, because deep down, in places you don't talk about at your sewage-filled arena, you want us in this league. You need us in this league. We use words like West, Sato, Cage...We use these words as the backbone to a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a fan who rises and sleeps under the blanket of conference respectability I provide, then questions the manner in which I provide it! I'd rather you just said thank you and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up some real players and find a way to win a championship yourselves. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you're entitled to!