Currently, I’m using the Wi-Fi in an Otto hoodie at Hancock International Airport and eating luke warm Sbarro.
These are all actually very good things.
The Orange Gods are smiling on us, everyone. Let it be known.
The Fizz has documented all of this season dropped from heaven. A year which most of us felt would be a throwaway after the early departures of Jonny Flynn and the Mousketeers.
Yet, here was Wes Johnson arriving from the cornfields of Iowa – and dominant SU non-conference play – and thrashings of Geoergetown and the rest of the Big East – and now we’re all wondering when the magic carpet ride ends.
I had a wedding this weekend in Kansas City, chance to hang with the boys and watch some Big Monday basketball. My boy Rizzo (aka Nick Wright) and I were chopping it up about the ‘Cuse – making some early plans in case there’s a trip to Indianapolis in the near future.
And this morning, I threw on my new Otto hooded sweatshirt, packed the bags and headed back to Boston.
Until snow hit the Northeast, shutting down Logan and diverting us to… Syracuse. Yep, f-ing Syracuse. How great?
So, the Wi-Fi is free ($7.95 for the day in the first layover Detroit). Delta has attempted to massage the frustration with complimentary Sbarro pies and Sierra Mist (although eating airport pizza for dinner debatably makes the situation worse). And I’m just wondering if it’s gonna be the slab or the pulled pork at Dinosaur and how many Blue Moons I can throw down at Faegan’s with¬†Team Fizz – assuming they can’t clear the runway at Logan.
My Missouri to Massachusetts trip has an unexpected stop in good ol’ CNY where I can stare at a Billy Owens autographed 8″ x 10″.
Let’s hope they have warm Sbarro in Indianapolis.
Update: After a two-hour delay in the terminal – and another 45 in the air because of a stalled plane on the runway at Logan – I finally touched down in Boston at 9:30p. No Dinosaur. No Blue Moons. Never been so disappointed to leave an airport terminal.
