There I was, cracking my knuckles before writing my eulogy for last season and, perhaps, the Georgetown basketball program. I started with some self-flagellation of analyzing what went wrong last year. It was the worst season, at minimum, of the JT3 era, a humorless, dispiriting campaign that, in retrospect, was dead on arrival. I moved on to existential wondering about next season and whether all of this was worth it. This being the Internet, I foamed a bit at the mouth about 7 footers standing 20 feet from the basket. One percent Shakespeare, one percent Camus, 98 percent egg-icon twitter rant, this opus could be dope or terrible.
A Casual Dive into Off-Season Georgetown Basketball News
