I feel like I need to confess something. I didn’t really know anything about Creighton until I got here. Sure, I knew about Kyle Korver and the decent basketball program, but I had no sense of pride in the school I had decided to attend for four years.

A lot of people in the South and Midwest don’t have this dilemma. College takes on a different life out here. If a family member attended a school, children will know the lore and rivalries before they turn 10. Heck, if a kid is even born in the same state as a major university, there’s a 45 percent chance their first word will be “SKERS!”

So here I am, someone who hasn’t really had to worry about anyone besides the Lakers and Yankees, trying to indoctrinate myself in Creighton culture. A quick search on Wikipedia told me that I was now supposed to hate the University of Nebraska and Drake University.

I had no problem developing hatred for that team from Lincoln. Seriously, you guys need a quarterback who can complete a 10-yard out route. Maybe if Osborne gave Martinez the same steroids his old teams were using he would be able to make that throw. Also, Michigan is the real 1997 title holder.

Husker-baiting aside, I always found it hard to hate Drake. They always seemed like a boring version of Creighton, and Creighton is the most boring place I’ve ever been. I just couldn’t see myself going out of my way to hate some dopey Missouri Valley Conference school.

This problem may stem from the MVC itself. It’s more boring than that one guy who got to meet Alicia Keys. I actually had to go to the conference website to remember all of the team names. Think of it from my perspective. A guy enamored with pro sports now has to remember the differences between schools with names like Indiana State, Illinois State, Southern Illinois, Southern Illinois-Edwardsville and Evansville. It doesn’t help when all of the schools wear blue, purple or red.

I’m fairly obviously leaving someone out here. I have learned to hate the Wichita State University Shockers. They get my goat. Their fans are louder than ours, their coach is louder than ours and even their stupid, all-caps hashtag is louder than ours. It’s even come to a point where I get smug satisfaction from seeing the Shockers lose so I can rush over to my Twitter account and post #WatchUsLose.

I’m not saying it’s a healthy hatred, like hating anything on CBS, but it’s definitely powerful. I spent my Monday night like I spend most, watching sports. Nerlens Noel led Kentucky with 12 blocks in a win over a very entertaining Ole Miss team. Brad “Noseface Killah” Marchand scored a game winning shootout goal to push my beloved Bruins past the Devils. But I spent most of my time watching a different game.

I was glued to ESPN 3, willing Indiana State to hold on to a win in Wichita. It was a sloppy game filled with turnovers, but I had to watch it until the final whistle sounded. Well, actually, I watched until the awful wifi in Opus knocked us off of Xbox Live, but that’s less dramatic.

The point is, I hate Wichita State as much as I hate the MVC. I can’t wait until Creighton gets called up to the collegiate big leagues so I can leave these wretched organizations behind. And even if Creighton has to stay in the MVC, I’ll be back in New England, only remembering Wichita State as where Xavier McDaniel went to school. By the way, Shockers, I want my goat back on March 2.