Having been raised in Omaha and spending many summer nights scampering through Rosenblatt Stadium long before the ESPN cameras ever showed up . . .
The AmEast just isn’t a kind conference. You could be the best team for 13 weeks of the season, and then get your happy train jumped in the conference tournament and sit your butt at home in June. In fact, it happens more often than not. Beware Mr. Favorite.