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Will there be any newspapers left to Chronicle (get it? Chronicle? I'll be here all week!) the return of Hofstra football?

According to his biography in the Hofstra media guides, athletic director Jack Hayes “…has placed a significant emphasis on fund-raising during his tenure,” which is a nice way of saying the price of our season tickets have risen dramatically under his watch and means he’s not always the easiest guy in the room for whom to feel sympathy.

But count me among those who have felt for him since last Thursday’s announcement that Hofstra was pulling the plug on the football program. Hayes’ career arc suggests Hofstra is a stop along the way, not the final destination, and I cannot imagine KILLED FOOTBALL is the type of thing one who aspires to return to a BCS school wants to have on his resume.

The task of delivering the news that would crush a coaching staff and its 80-some players was also left to Hayes, presumably because Stuart Rabinowitz had to go over his talking points and rehearse for his appearance with Mike Francesa. Eight days later, Rabinowitz is nowhere to be found while Hayes is still taking the bullets and the heat for his boss’ decision.

Hayes sat down this week with the original Hofstra blogger, Jack Styczynski, for a Q&A at The New York Times’ “Quad Blog.” Even if you’d prefer to have an audience with Rabinowitz, it’s a really good, insightful interview that is well worth your time. And, personally, it gives me reason to hope that in nine or 10 years, when Hofstra football returns, I’ll be conducting Q&As with Hayes’ successor at The New York Times or some other prestigious newspaper. Aren’t I a dreamer, thinking newspapers and their websites will still be around in 2020?

While I ponder how nobody is organizing Facebook pages to save newspapers and mass media as we know it, here are some other pre-weekend, pre-exam bits and bytes:

—Tom Pecora has not been pleased with the Dutchmen’s last two home wins, but I think the narrow victories over Fairfield and Manhattan will be pivotal ones in the Dutchmen’s development. A team that is still quite young, experience-wise, needs to win games like those—and in the fashion it did, by outlasting Fairfield in a shootout and hanging on against Manhattan in a defensive sludge fest—to hasten its maturity process.

Beating Fairfield and Manhattan doesn’t mean the Dutchmen will win the CAA, but the gritty wins over the Stags and Jaspers should build confidence and momentum and reduce the odds of a midseason skid like the one the Dutchmen endured last season, when they went 2-6 immediately after an eight-game winning streak.

I thought the most crushing defeat in that span was the 67-64 loss to Iona right before Christmas. Like against Manhattan Wednesday, the Dutchmen threatened to blow Iona out in the first half before letting the Gaels crawl back into it. The difference this time, of course, was the Dutchmen never allowed the Jaspers to come all the way back. They’re ugly wins and they made for some sleepless nights in the Pecora household, but do not underestimate how valuable those wins might look in March.

—Of course, if the Dutchmen lose tomorrow—when New Hampshire, one of the teams they beat during the 2-6 funk last year, visits the Arena—I’ll look really foolish. The America East retro rematch against the Wildcats, whose coach is ex-Drexel head man Bill Herrion, could make the Manhattan game look like the hoops version of Jennifer Aniston.

New Hampshire lost to Pitt last Friday in a game in which it trailed 15-7 at halftime. Fifteen. To. Seven. It was the lowest-scoring first half of the shot clock era. If the Dutchmen and Manhattan were throwing rocks Wednesday, what were New Hampshire and Pitt throwing? The White Mountains?

Anyway, like most teams, the Dutchmen respond better to an angry coach than a reasonably happy one, so I’d expect a sharper effort tomorrow. And if that effort doesn’t appear? Don’t be shocked if Pecora is willing to absorb a painful loss, a la Iona last year, to teach some lessons.

That said, Charles Jenkins will not go 3-of-14 from the field again and I imagine Miklos Szabo and Cornelius Vines will play more like they did last Saturday than Wednesday. And for some reason, I think we’ll see more out of David Imes, who has impressed Pecora in limited duty this far. I don’t think we’ll see Brad Kelleher, because the NCAA is trying to confirm whether or not he took two cents from the penny dish at Dunkin’ Donuts in order to pay for a coffee three years ago. But John Wall is free and clear!

Where was I? Oh yeah. New Hampshire came back from an early deficit to give the Dutchmen everything they could handle up north last year, so I’d be surprised if the Wildcats were blown out of the gym. The Dutchmen win but Litos’ prediction might be a bit too optimistic. If you’re there—and you should be there, since this is the last home game until the New Year—stop by and say hi. I’ll be the guy yelling about the Shaq of the NAC.

—Looking for a new college football team to follow? Charlotte announced today it still plans to play football beginning in 2013. The school had considered putting off its debut season for three years to allow the economy to further improve. What a concept, a school not quitting on a football team that doesn’t even exist yet. How cute of “Little Charlotte.”

—Speaking of football, sort of, I was so hoping the final of the Manhattan game would be 52-38. That would have been AWESOME. As is, the Flying Dutchmen football team never played a 44-39 game, though it did come close with a 45-38 win over Lehigh in 1997. As I wrote on Twitter late Wednesday (gratuitous plug): Damnit! Just swap FTs and we would have had that tonight.

Some other 44-39 near-misses, lifted from Twitter (gratuitous plug):

—41-40 loss to Maine, 2008

—44-41 loss to Furman, 2005

—43-37 loss to Richmond, 2005

—44-36 win over Buffalo, 1998

—Going back to newspapers for a moment: To borrow a phrase from Peter King, this may only interest me, but I was disappointed to see the New York Daily News’ coverage of the Manhattan game relegated to the web Thursday morning. I got my copy of the paper on the Island, so it’s possible that different editions had it, but I tend to doubt it.

Like most people, I long ago began reading everything on the web, but I try to support the News by buying it on the newsstand as often as possible. The News has been my favorite newspaper since I was old enough to read—my Dad used to bring home copies from the office—and it remained the same size even as Newsday, the New York Post and Times cut an inch or more of newsprint, thereby giving people even less reason to pick them up. (I’m pretty sure Newsday is a postage stamp now)

Alas, nothing good lasts forever and so the News is now much smaller than it used to be. Still better than the rest, but not as good as it was.

—I leave you with this: VCU hosts Richmond Saturday in the renewal of one of Virginia’s best hoops rivalries. Maybe next year, it’ll be a conference game again. More next week on my ideas for CAA realignment and, more importantly to us, Hofstra's new long-term athletic home.

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Hofstra 60, Fordham 40 (Or: I’ll take those odds that March is the good kind of Mad)

I know exactly how she feels. I mean, aside from the caffeine pills. And the part where she later stars in the worst movie ever made.

I’m a cynic, for reasons too numerous to mention here for fear of boring you silly. The ironic thing, in that it’s not really ironic at all, is that my transformation began at Hofstra, where I grew discouraged by the bottom-line mentality the school so often displayed (geez, can you imagine how angry I’d be today?), how little my communications degree prepared me for a career in journalism (in Hofstra’s defense, this was before the School of Communication was founded) and how I already knew I was headed for a dying field run by soulless capitalist pigs who viewed people like me with abject contempt.

Where was I? Oh yes. Not listing the reasons I’m a cynic.

Anyway, this is ironic (but not really) because the one thing I remain optimistic about is Flying Dutchmen basketball. During the first year in the NAC, when Hofstra finished in last place but blew Maine out in a play-in game to advance to a quarterfinal contest at top-seeded Drexel, I annoyed Loyal Reader Rob—something I do, err, did quite often—by repeatedly asking him how we’d be able to cover the Flying Dutchmen in the NAC title game, scheduled for a Wednesday night, which was the night The Chronicle went to press.

“Beach,” Rob finally said, “there is no way in hell we’re making the title game.”

“But what if we do?”

“Then I guess I’ll cover the game, won’t I?”

Of course, Malik Rose went for 50 and 25 (give or take a few buckets and boards), Drexel beat Hofstra 187-23 (give or take a few points), Rob, Sully Ray and I drowned our disappointment in cheese steaks and Rob had four days to write his story.

Last year, I lost count of how many times I saw the Dutchmen beat an inferior opponent and convinced myself they could win four straight games in Richmond and make the NCAA Tournament. “They’ve won more than two games in a row just once all year, it’s still good, it’s still good…they’re the ninth seed, it’s still good, it’s still good…Towson is winning 31-13 at the half, it’s still good, it’s still good…”

(Two “Lisa The Vegetarian” references in two days. I’m streaking!)

All that brings me to last night, and a resounding 60-40 win over Fordham at the Arena that sent me rushing home to book a trip to the Final Four. (OK, maybe they won’t make the Final Four, but I’m more convinced than ever the Dutchmen ARE going to dance this year, and it has nothing to do with what happened last night…come back later today to find out why.)

The unbridled optimist in me says this was 40 minutes of the best-case scenario. Four players scored in double figures. The Dutchmen held a 47-29 rebounding edge. Four reserves played at least 10 minutes apiece, something accomplished just once in the first five games—against Clemson, not Old Westbury. More than once—and for more than just a few seconds—Tom Pecora fielded a lineup that featured one starter and four reserves.

Charles Jenkins, the one-man show, tied for the team lead with 11 points and added a career-high nine assists before he took a seat in the final two minutes for walk-on David Vallins.

Miklos Szabo made me and Sully Ray’s dad—not to mention Pecora—look pretty prescient by draining two 3-pointers, scoring 10 points and pulling down eight boards. After the second 3-pointer, Sully Ray summed things up nicely: “That changes everything.”

Szabo’s performance sent him a long way towards earning a completely original and complementary nickname for Michael Litos. It was a good thing for Szabo last Saturday that “Dunking Dutchman” and “Mad Hungarian” were already taken.

Zygis Sestakos lives! The hot-and-cold outsider shooter, who played five minutes combined in the last three games and didn’t get off the bench at all against Manhattan, played 25 minutes, scored 11 points, hit three of his five 3-pointers and generally looked like the weapon he was in 2006-07.

Most encouraging of all was seeing Greg Washington played like the Greg Washington whose absence was believed to be the missing piece to the 2006-07 puzzle, not the 6-foot-10 enigma wrapped in a riddle adorned in a Hofstra uniform. He set career highs with 10 points and 11 rebounds and added four blocks in 23 minutes. Entering the game, he’d collected four points, seven rebounds and three blocks in 29 minutes—all season.

He hit shots from outside and enjoyed an 11-second sequence midway through the first half when he blocked a shot, raced down the court and ended the fast break with a dunk. Now if Washington can continue such play for more than 20 minutes a game, THAT changes everything.

Cornelius Vines didn’t reach double figures, but the only two baskets he hit were Agudio-like, dagger 3-pointers in the final minute of the first half that turned a one-point deficit into a five-point lead.

The Dutchmen were so deep Wednesday that Darren Townes started but played just 11 minutes despite grabbing four boards and picking up no fouls. On Saturday, he played 24 minutes and recorded as many rebounds as fouls (three). Dane Johnson, the other returning front court starter, didn’t start for the first time this year and played just 10 minutes. Tony Dennison started but played fewer than 20 minutes for the third time. Arminas Urbutis played only six minutes and sat out the second half for the second straight game.

So to see this thorough victory on another inconsistent night for the rest of the CAA—Delaware lost to my safety school, which means that if not for abnormally good grades at community college, I’d be gushing over Central Connecticut’s victory at Blissfully Blue Devils—inspires wonder.

As in: I wonder if Pecora can do this every night? Can he make preparing for Hofstra sheer hell by throwing different lineups, big and small, out there? If Wednesday is a sign of things to come, then I wonder if picking the Dutchmen fourth was the pessimistic projection, not the optimistic one.

But then I wonder if I’m just merely going mad. Fordham is winless and threatening to give New Jersey Tech a run for its money as the most downtrodden team ‘round these parts. The first half was generally unimpressive as the Rams and Dutchmen swapped the lead. Free throw shooting is still an adventure (5-for-11 Wednesday, 60.4% for the year). College hoops in the tri-state area is so down so far that calling Hofstra the best team it has to offer—as the Daily News’ Sean Brennan did in his excellent new local hoops blog—is not quite the complement it used to be.

And it IS still only the first week of December. Even if Hofstra is better than anybody thought, and even if the CAA is less top-heavy than most of us thought, the conference schedule will still be as challenging as ever. So much can change over the next 12 weeks. History is littered with teams that thrived in December and were nowhere to be found in March. I don’t want to be That Guy, the one everyone glares at in March.

But…but Litos says I gave him something to think about during his daughter’s Christmas concert. And if Litos thinks I might be on to something, well, then I wonder if I really might be on to something. That, in turn, makes me really eager for Saturday against Towson, and I wonder if it’ll be the earliest legitimate barometer game I can recall.

And then I wonder if I can convince my wife we should go to the game. C’mon dear. It’s only three-and-a-half hours each way. We’ll listen to Weezer in the car, I promise.

Email Jerry at defiantlydutch@yahoo.com.