Here I am, on the train into the city, proudly sporting my vintage white St. John’s Student Orientation T-shirt—because nothing says I was once a bright-eyed freshman with big dreams like a slightly faded, possibly ketchup-stained shirt from a mandatory campus event. But today, my friends, is not about nostalgia. Today is about business. And by business, I mean St. John’s absolutely obliterating Seton Hall by a crisp 35 points and locking up that much-needed NCAA Tournament bid.
Now, I know what you're thinking: "Whoa, 35 points? That seems aggressive." But let’s be real—this season has been a dream come true. Rick Pitino, the wizard himself, has built a squad that’s peaking at the perfect time. The newcomers have bought in, the ball movement is crisp, and Madison Square Garden is once again a house of horrors for visiting teams. Seton Hall? They’re just the next team to walk in with hope and walk out wondering what just happened.
I can already hear Pirates fans grumbling about how they “play tough” and “grind it out.” That’s cute. Really, it is. But tonight, they’re stepping into Pitino’s Playground, and I fully expect St. John’s to treat them like a warm-up drill. The defense? Stifling. The offense? Ruthless. The result? A game so lopsided that by the second half, I might just start scrolling through my phone looking for Sweet 16 hotel reservations.
So here’s the plan: Arrive at the Garden, scream myself hoarse, and witness a dominant Red Storm performance that leaves no doubt—St. John's is back. The Big East better take notice, because this team is dancing, and Seton Hall? They’re just another step on the way to the ballroom.
Red Storm by 35.
Book it.