OK, so Pitt probably won't beat No. 2 Virginia over in Charlottesville in a couple days. The Panthers probably won't make the NCAA Tournament, either.
For one winter's afternoon at the snow-capped Petersen Events Center, Pitt basketball was Pitt basketball again. And it was wonderful to watch.
Cam Wright's voice fairly cracked as he spoke. "They kicked our tails. They wanted it more than we did."
The divide between our city's two Division I basketball programs is not 14 points. Nor is it the 14 consecutive victories for one over the other.
The Pitt football program isn't nearly good enough, but it seems that's just an inconvenient annoyance for far too great a percentage of its aging, fading fan base.
"It's hard," James Conner was fairly whispering, followed by the most uncomfortable of pauses. "We wanted to win. We wanted this."
They don't do this for a living. But for a tiny handful, they never will. It's intramural ball, only with fancy uniforms, NFL-scale stadiums and national TV.
The nose tackle, as defined by his place on the field, is supposed to be swarmed by the opposition, surrounded by his supporting cast. He's at the center of it...
James Conner has a blunt philosophy when it comes to facing blitzing defenses, and it's one that's best evident in the slight smirk he'll betray as he describes it.
The totality of all that Pitt achieved in its 125th football opener could be summarized by the state of one finger on one player.
It’s easily reinforced that there’s this immense incongruity between the caliber of player the Pitt football program produces and the caliber of team.