"Brent Craft is bawling, and he is alone. The sweat-soaked towel that he has buried his face in does little to muffle the sobs that emanate from deep within the 20-year-old man. He sits in an empty room, surrounded by crushed Gatorade cups, shredded medical tape and broken spirits."
This is the side of Georgetown football you don't often see; it's not the glimpse you get from the homecoming tailgate or the glance you catch as you peek at practice on your way to the cafeteria on Tuesday evenings. "--The HOYA
there's one more game. this saturday at Fordham. lose that and it's 2-9 for the season. it's sad really. all the students get bent of shape for basketball and dont give a shit about football.