As you may know a big part of our Syracuse Hate Week was a celebration of the so-called "Chipotle Curse" which Syracuse fans felt had infected their team. The Otto-man empire was convinced that the food chain was haunting their team and I was all too happy to play along. I ate Chipotle every day for a week in the hopes that it would appease whatever mystical spirits inhabit those delightful lime chips. The stated reason for this was because I wanted Syracuse to lose, not just because it would mean UConn won, but because it would mean Chipotle bore no ill-will toward the Huskies.

You see, I have a deep, dark and horrible secret: I've eaten Chipotle before a UConn game before. 

The game was in 2006.

It took place in Washington, D.C.

The opponent was George Mason.

The Chipotle curse is real folks, and it haunts us all. So I'll join the Syracuse nation in solidarity to say this: never eat Chipotle on game day. Nothing good can come of it.