American X
03-05-2009, 05:29 PM
The scent of the kill is in the air. Blood is in the water.
Championship.
Since last season ended, the rest of the A-10 spent 20 minutes on the treadmill then ordered a pizza.
Xavier has been running steps, eating nails, and bench-pressing railcars.
This is mile 20. This is when you realize all that work pays off. Losers are content to finish walking toward the NIT. Champions pour everything into finishing in full gear with another high NCAA seed. A couple more miles to a third straight Atlantic 10 Championship. A couple more to plow through Atlantic City. Then so hard the rest of March your soul burns.
Xavier is a laser-guided missile to the Flyers and a boot stomp to the Spiders.
“Let’s f#%@ing do this!”
Championship.
Championship.
Since last season ended, the rest of the A-10 spent 20 minutes on the treadmill then ordered a pizza.
Xavier has been running steps, eating nails, and bench-pressing railcars.
This is mile 20. This is when you realize all that work pays off. Losers are content to finish walking toward the NIT. Champions pour everything into finishing in full gear with another high NCAA seed. A couple more miles to a third straight Atlantic 10 Championship. A couple more to plow through Atlantic City. Then so hard the rest of March your soul burns.
Xavier is a laser-guided missile to the Flyers and a boot stomp to the Spiders.
“Let’s f#%@ing do this!”
Championship.