Iona just left the building. It wasn't a pretty scene tonight after a 102-65 thrashing.
It almost looked like the Jaspers gave up. Iona played every possession like it mattered, and the outcome was indicative of that. Manhattan kept letting up three after three and a few dunks too. No one gave a hard foul. No one played with any fire.
Like anything else, I'll relate to baseball. If the first four guys up hit homeruns, that poor bastard hitting fifth is getting knocked down.
It's pride. It's playing for what matters, the name on your chest. It's competing. It's toughness.
Lindsay is coming to get me, be back at it tomorrow. Later though, no 4:39 wake-up call.
