The six best things about the 2018-19 basketball season

Wait, what the hell? The basketball season starts tonight? How the hell did this happen?

Sigh. You know what that means.

It’s time to crank out some cheap listicle copy to capitalize on your enthusiasm get you ready for hoops with our list of the six best things about the 2018-19 season!

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SDSU rounds out 2019 and 2020 football schedules with home-and-home vs. obscure Utah diploma mill

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Remember Brigham Young University? No? Me, either.

According to Wikipedia, Brigham Young (or BYU as it is known for short) is a for-profit university jointly owned by the Church of Scientology and the Kremlin that currently plays intercollegiate sports in the Big Sky. Anyway, *apparently* this team was a conference rival of ours in the Mountain West until 2011, when it was defeated and mocked so thoroughly by Kawhi Leonard that it withdrew from the league out of cowardice and spite and cowardice.

This doesn’t sound familiar at all tbh, but apparently there is footage of the event in question.

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Well, that certainly does look humiliating!

Why does any of this matter now? Because apparently our two schools are about to become reacquainted in the sport of football!

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The Mountain West must do whatever it takes to keep its champion from a bowl matchup with a losing team (UPDATED)

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Craig Thompson is kind of an easy target for lazy, pot-shot-loving bloggers like me. As Mountain West commissioner, he’s given us lots of ammunition; from the sad TV deal to the evisceration of the conference via expansion (and back-filling with San Jose State) to the fact that two Mountain West teams faced each other in a bowl game streamed online last year.

All that said, he probably gets a bad rap overall. Thompson can only play the hand he’s been dealt and, for the last several years of his tenure, that hand has included two Garbage Pail Kids and a Starbucks gift card with $1.75 left on it.

However there is something brewing that, if it comes to pass, we should all rightfully roast him for.

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How high? Defining success for the 2016 Aztecs

The first time SDSU made the Poinsettia Bowl, it played Navy. The Aztecs being in a bowl – any bowl – was such a novelty back in 2010 that nearly 50,000 people crammed into a stadium half-filled with San Diego River storm surge.

The shine of the lower-tier bowl game wore off fast. Aztecs fans were nearly outnumbered on their home turf by stone-sober BYU supporters in the 2012 Poinsettia. SDSU faithful who attended each of the Potato Bowl, Hawai’i Bowl and New Orleans Bowl appearances could fit into a Subaru Forester. Aztecs supporters aren’t satisfied with making just any bowl anymore.

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How I learned to stop worrying and expect disaster: a love story

Most of us can quickly recall the first time we were killed by the Aztecs.

Not a literal past life memory of death dealt by sacrificial warriors of the pre-colonial Aztec Empire. I refer to spiritual death at the hands of old alma mater, the student-athlete Aztecs of San Diego State. The moment one of those teams cracked open your chest, extracted your heart and fed it to a stone idol. You remember.

Mine came on a November day in 1991.

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That time I went HAM in Fisherville

If you’re reading this, it’s probably safe to assume you are an Aztecs fan, and, in turn, also probably safe to assume you remember 2011. Particularly the Spring of 2011. The SDSU men’s basketball team was in the midst of an incredible, historical season. The end of February saw us gearing up for a highly anticipated matchup with BYU. I won’t talk about the game itself because we all know how that turned out and I doubt any of you reading would want to relive it.

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