St. John’s has taken a bizarre road to hire a coach to replace Chris Mullin. They whiffed on Tim Cluess, they tried to convince the internet that Bobby Hurley was coming, Rick Pitino wanted an apology from the Second District Court of New York, and Porter Moser rejected whatever package Mike Cragg offered because he doesn’t give a shit about gobs of money.
The bottom of the barrel has finally embraced the suburban lights of Queens. As Vitamin Water billionaire and St. John’s alum Mike Repole put it, “we’ve become a national laughingstock.