Jim Boeheim putting on his imaginary championship belt. (Photo by Mitchell Layton/Getty Images)
Georgetown lost. I lost. And now we all lose. As a result of a bet I made with Hoya Suxa, I am contractually obligated to pen a poem extolling Jim Boeheim. I am never betting again, well at least not until the next time Georgetown plays Syracuse.
Submitted for the approval of the midnight society Hoya Suxa, I call this Shakespearean Sonnet : An Ode to JB.
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