Van Pelt: Sweet Jams. Saturday, I wanted to puke. As the Terps were fighting desperately to hang on to beat Virignia, a rival they were playing for the last time, the Cavaliers were driving into the teeth of the student section that was, I don't know, three-quarters empty, maybe half-empty. Whatever it was, empty seats outnumbered students. First game against Florida International, the student section was packed, but it was a blowout, and it was hot, so in the second half, it was crickets. This Saturday, it was raining for a little while. Heavens, no! Raining! I don't know why they left, but by the end of the game, the student section is mostly empty. I don't get it. You get four years to be young. Now some of us took a little longer to get done, but we're talking about six Saturdays a year. It's a three-hour investment of your time to cheer for your team. It's not a burden. You shouldn't have to be bribed with hot dogs to stay in the second half. There are two halves of a freakin' game. Like, if you went to a movie, would you leave halfway through? Like, hey, was it a good movie? Yeah, it was really good, and then I left. Why?