If your heart can change overnight, then so can mine.
I hope your plane gets safely to Arizona. And then I hope you fail so miserably next season that they run you out of the dry heat in no time at all. I know it’s a lot of money, and that there are some Xavier fans that are wishing you well and telling you that they have no hard feeling toward you because, hey, who could turn down that much money? But not me.
This is how I see it: If you have no use for me and for my school, then I have no use for you. I hope the door does, in fact, hit you in the ass on the way out. In fact, get out of Cincinnati now. We’ll send your things.
You are leaving a Final Four team that you in turn are letting down. The only difference between you and your best buddy Thad is that he told us that he wasn’t going anywhere and then did, but you were too much of a coward to face anyone and say anything. But not saying anything is just as bad as being dishonest to me. So kindly eff off.
Your dishonesty has gotten Xavier fans’ hopes up that there was someone in the sports world with some loyalty. Thank you for reminding us that every professional in sports is a whore and a liar.
Here’s to never seeing you again,
Jason Philip Martynowski
