As I may have previously mentioned, summer seems interminable to me. Like a stranded mariner on a long forgotten shore, I wait for the sails of basketball season to appear over the horizon, hull down at first, but eventually materializing into rescue from the doldrums of heat and humidity. (I also, apparently, compose overwrought opening paragraphs).
With less than 14 weeks separating us from tip off, it seems as good a time as any to start getting into the oncoming season, getting to know our players, old and new, and familiarizing ourselves with how basketball has changed since Xavier last trudged off the court.