• Letter To My Dad: Little Rock’d ‘Em

    This is one of our last tune-up games before we face some real Power 5 competition, so I’m just hoping I don’t have anything to complain about. Through the first 8 minutes? For the first time this year, I have zero notes. We’re shooting well, we’re forcing them into turnovers,… Read ⇢

  • Letter To My Dad: Waking The Demon (Deacons)

    Heading to Charleston, WV for this one, and maybe for the first time in my life, I wish I was in Charleston. I know that if I was living there still that I would have made my way over to the Civic Center, but a 10 hour drive for this… Read ⇢

  • Letter To My Dad: Droppin Coppin

    I feel like a broken record at this point – we have to stop playing with our food. Again, respectfully as possible, this is not a very talented Coppin State team. They’ve got a couple hoopers for sure, but I mean come on. They jumped out in this game 9–2… Read ⇢

  • Letter To My Dad: More Like Mercyhurting My Fucking Brain

    I think it was Socrates who said “Mountaineer basketball. Tougher than a weekend at your in-laws.” This game is no exception to that rule. My favorite part of that saying is that it could be a good or a bad thing depending on how the game turns out. This was unfortunately a… Read ⇢

  • Letter To My Dad: X Gon’ Give It To Us

    Before the game started I got to see the finish of the Shriners Children’s Charleston Classic Championship Game (kinda wordy huh?) and Clemson walked out victorious. So, regardless of how we do this game, we lost to the champs so the sting of that loss hurts a little less. That… Read ⇢