This AI stuff is getting scary.
Ah, The Boneyard—the digital watering hole where UConn fans gather to bask in their own self-importance while endlessly rehashing the same three topics: how great UConn basketball is, how much they hate the Big East/AAC (depending on the year), and why anyone who disagrees with them must be a casual. It’s like a never-ending town hall meeting where the loudest guy is always the least informed, and every thread eventually devolves into an argument about Jim Calhoun vs. Dan Hurley.
The site itself looks like it was coded in 2005 and never updated—because why modernize when you can just slap a bunch of ads on the page and call it a day? Navigating The Boneyard feels like trying to read a newspaper that someone spilled coffee on: cluttered, messy, and full of barely coherent takes. But hey, at least it’s a safe space for UConn fans to pretend the world revolves around Storrs while ignoring that their football team exists.
Ah, The Boneyard—the digital watering hole where UConn fans gather to bask in their own self-importance while endlessly rehashing the same three topics: how great UConn basketball is, how much they hate the Big East/AAC (depending on the year), and why anyone who disagrees with them must be a casual. It’s like a never-ending town hall meeting where the loudest guy is always the least informed, and every thread eventually devolves into an argument about Jim Calhoun vs. Dan Hurley.
The site itself looks like it was coded in 2005 and never updated—because why modernize when you can just slap a bunch of ads on the page and call it a day? Navigating The Boneyard feels like trying to read a newspaper that someone spilled coffee on: cluttered, messy, and full of barely coherent takes. But hey, at least it’s a safe space for UConn fans to pretend the world revolves around Storrs while ignoring that their football team exists.