Futility

The mark of a good cheat is not getting caught, which is to say DePaul University, my alma mater isn’t good at cheating.  The NCAA has hit the men’s basketball program with a series of penalties for its handling of a recruit several years ago.  The player in question lasted all of one season before transferring to another school.

Unlike Loyola, DePaul is a school that abandoned its Chicago campus in 1980 to play in a barn—no, make that a hangar—in the suburbs, only to move back to the city two years ago.  Note that I didn’t say the team moved back on campus.  No, they moved seven miles away as the crow flies, and birds can get to Wintrust Arena on the South Side a whole lot faster than DePaul students and other fans.  You wouldn’t be alone in thinking the athletic department is in need of new leadership.

I attended DePaul in what seems to be a lifetime ago; spring of freshman year coincided with Terry Forster’s rookie season with the White Sox.  Lucky for me I wasn’t a jock.  At least I came out of the place with a degree.