WHAT'S THAT SMELL?

(Sniff, sniff) Can you smell it? What is that invigorating scent, you ask? It's the smell of victory. It's permeating the Hynes Athletic Center here in New Rochelle this evening. We're fifteen minutes before the tip-off between Canisius (God bless you) and Iona. The Gaels, as you know, are 0-20 but, as that great British soccer player/rock star Rod Stewart once said, "Tonight's the night/gonna be alright."

He also said, "If you like my body/and you think I'm sexy/c'mon baby let me know." Which, of course, has very little to do with tonight's action, on or off the court.

So it's a frigid January Monday night in the northeast, but there's heat here on the campus of Iona. The Gaels are going to end the nation's longest losing streak--I cannot just feel it, I can actually smell it-- and our wistful cries for justice in the roundball biosphere will at long last be heard, our prayers answered. The jackals and vultures who descend upon such carcasses (to wit, myself and tonight, SI.com's Luke Winn) will cease following sports journalism's version of the woman with the 300-pound tumor and move on to other matters.

(Say it with me): "LET'S GO GAELS!"