Why I want George Mason to lose

I've usually rooted for the underdog, in sports and in other facets of life. When I watch a game, I tend to back the team that has the odds stacked against them.* Okay, like you really care which teams I like.

In most cases, watching a team like George Mason go to the Final Four would be really exciting for me. They've played as a team throughout, and knocked down one giant after another (they got a bit of a breather with Wichita State, but they've knocked out three NCAA champs from the previous decade, which is most impressive). Their coach is likeable, and one of their assistant coaches went to my high school. Mason has all the things that I like about a team.

Alas, I can't root for them. I want them to lose. I've wanted them to lose for the past week and a half, and it hasn't happened, and I'm beginning to believe again in a theory that I've bounced back and forth in my head for years.**

I used to work at George Mason. A lot of the students and faculty that I met there were good, honest people, although my department was rife with dishonesty (and in a couple of cases, criminality), not that I was any shining light. Every administrator that I encountered in my work at George Mason was detached, condescending, and/or dishonest. It was my first professional job in higher education and because of my experiences at GMU I'll probably never go back into the field.

The people in charge over there, in my opinion, are morally bankrupt. And they're the ones that benefit most from athlete-students' endeavors.

Go Gators.


*Exceptions to this rule (there are always exceptions) include instances in which one of the teams is from Boston. I root against Boston - always have, always will.

**That Jesus hates me.