
‘It’s time to stop living in the past’: Picking through the bones of the once-proud Pitt basketball program
The Panthers did not merely have success or tradition, they had an identity for 10-plus years. Can Jeff Capel help them find one again?

As time expired, Boston College’s Makai Ashton-Langford missed an off-balance layup, and a cheer went up from the crowd. It was as cathartic as it was celebratory. Any win these days — no matter the skill of the opponent or the chaos to the finish — will do, and as the fans ambled out into the frigid night, they seemed more like survivors than winners.
It didn’t use to be this way. Once the Pete counted as one of the better home-court advantages in college basketball, its raucous atmosphere built around its student section. The Oakland Zoo denizens sat not just behind the basketball stanchions, but along the sideline across from the benches. Gifted some of the best seats in the building, the students returned the favor by regularly turning the house into a rager.