Georgetown lost, I lost, and now we all lost.
As a result of an awful bet I made with Hoya Suxa, I am forced to pen a horribly inaccurate and deceiving composition about Gerry McNamara. To fully reflect on the impact Gerry has made on my life, I decided to write a poem, through the eyes of Craig Esherick.
Hoya Suxa - Congrats. I still hate you.
(More filth after the jump)