It's about perspective mixed with hope. We rose from the ashes in 1999 with some Cuban guy as coach. Sweeping ODU that year felt like we won NCAA title. It was good enough for me. The NCAA tourney game vs Cincy, was so foreign to us as GMU fans, we didn't know what to except, until the first 5 mins we received our cold welcome to the big time. From that year on it was steady upticks, with minor bumps. In 2004 the Cuban got his first post season win. Two years later we went on a magical run. Two years later, we got smacked by Notre Dame. Three years later we were ranked and beat Villanova. One year later our program took a nose dive and is once again turning to ashes. We have been one lucky program. Saved by a Cuban. Imagine that, a Cuban. How ironic.