San Diego State football entered 2018 on the heels of one of the best stretches in program history, ripping off 32 wins in three seasons. The 2018 season just ended with probably the lowest ebb of the Rocky Long era — a rain-soaked 27-0 loss to Ohio University in the Frisco Bowl in which the suspension-depleted Aztecs didn’t look particularly interested to be there.
For all the glorious games of the Rocky Long era, there have also been some absolute steaming turds. Eastern Illinois in 2013. South Alabama in 2015. South Alabama in 2016.
WELP, you can add UNLV, 2018 to the list of scatological infamy.
The Aztecs lost 27-24 at home on Saturday night to a team that had beaten an FCS opponent, possibly the worst team in FBS and exactly zero other teams. The Rebels lost to San Jose State and New Mexico, giving up 50 on both occasions. They’re really, really bad.
Seriously, what the hell happened to this program, man?
Remember when the San Diego men’s basketball team would lose a game — even a tough road game against a good team like this — and it would ruin your night? That was, like, four weeks ago. Right now, the only thing resembling sadness I feel is because I have to spend the next hour of my Saturday evening writing about that dumb game rather than drinking myself into a stupor in front of my Netflix.
SDSU finished dropping its 83-58 turd in Reno not 10 minutes ago, and I already don’t care. I didn’t even really care as it was happening. The only time I felt a twinge of agony was during the in-game interview with Steve Fisher, which was frankly an unwelcome reminder of what we’ve lost*.
The wonderfully obnoxious and arrogant fan chant used to be “We Run Cali.” It started up during an absurd string of 47 consecutive games won by the San Diego State men’s basketball team against California schools — a run snapped three years ago in a loss at Fresno State.
These days, San Diego State doesn’t even run New Cali.
The Aztecs fell to the Bulldogs again on Tuesday night, 77-73. It’s the second straight season SDSU has lost to Fresno State at Viejas Arena, and the fourth loss in five games against those guys. Such losses were unfathomable not too long ago. Now they don’t elicit much more than mild cursing under the breath followed by a resigned shrug.
Things sure aren’t what they used to be around here.
The San Diego State men’s basketball team held a three-point lead heading into halftime on Wednesday night in Wyoming. Not great, but what we’d seen early on looked pretty encouraging. The Aztecs had survived a barrage of early 3s and were dominating the glass. If things kept going like they were going, it was easy to see how this could turn into a blowout in the second half.
And … well … it did turn into a blowout. I was technically not wrong, folks!
SDSU followed its epic Gonzaga win and opened Mountain West Conference play by slipping on fresh road apple and falling face-first into a cow patty. Or as they call it in Laramie, Wyo., “enjoying the local nightlife.”
SDSU lost 82-69 to the Cowboys, thanks to some insanely-hot shooting by the new top-vote getter on our Most Despised Player list (more on him later). Another culprit was the 7,200-foot elevation that made the Aztecs look like they were playing defense and rebounding while wearing a diving bell at the bottom of the sea.
Say, see if you can spot where things started to go wrong. Look closely now, it’s subtle.
It all came down to one final shot — an off-balance prayer that had the entire city of San Diego on the edge of its collective seat. The attempt was true, rattling home and sending the raucous crowd at Viejas Arena into hysterics.
Red Panda had done it.
Five bowls, flipped onto her head from atop a god damn unicycle.
It’s pretty silly to freak out about any single loss. Especially if it comes in the second game of the year. Especially especially when that loss is in a true road game against a veteran Pac-12 team that beat you pretty handily last year.
But if you really must freak out now, well, be my guest. Because whatever the hell just happened to the Aztecs men’s basketball in Tempe — officially a 90-68 loss to Arizona State in a game it led by six at the half — was pretty damn appalling.
Perhaps its fitting that Sun Devils’ head coach Bobby Hurley looks like Vladimir Putin because the second half of this game was a veritable pee tape — a vulgar display debasing everyone involved that will now serve as Kompromat before the NCAA selection committee.