Well, the seasonal plight of a Knicks or Nets fan works like Midnight breakfast. You've been before, you know what to expect. There is no objectively good reason that it's supposed to be better this year. But, damn it, you are a glass-half full kind of person. You think, “Well, we have a new food distribution company on campus and we could really benefit from a new system. Plus, the team added a few new members, and all of the surrounding sources are really hyping these new RD’s up – saying things like ‘watch out for RD Karen, she has a really quick wrist turning those sausages.’” You are excited for the event to start, hopeful for the future. Your eyes are oh-so-wide. As you and your friends enter the caf you immediately begin counting your wins. “Ooh it’s packed in here, must be good!” But then, your inevitable fate becomes all-too clear. The food is the same bad food you avoid getting in the morning, it is too packed, and you feel stupid for hyping it up all day, thinking it would be different. And now, you’re uncomfortably faded around the President of your University.