The Great Georgetown Riot of 2007. Let's make it happen.

Just a few steps away from the large, singing crowds on N Street following Friday night's victory over Vanderbilt, a few mindless fans resorted to petty arson and demolition — tearing down portions of a fence in the Alumni Square courtyard and setting it on fire while it lay only a few feet from a row of townhouses occupied by fellow students. These acts of immaturity serve only to tarnish an otherwise special victory — not to mention put the lives of other students at risk. (The Hoya)

That's all well and good. And I suppose there's a case to be made that violence in the streets is a bad thing.

But come on, when else is D.C. going to get the chance to have a good, old-fashioned sports riot? What other local team is likely to step up and present us with such an opportunity any time soon?

The Redskins? Please. I'm honestly starting to think the team is cursed, and will be until Snyder sells it. Or maybe Snyder is the curse. Who knows.

The Wizards? Unlikely. After initially looking really good (hey, remember all that crazy talk about Arenas being voted MVP?), they've taken their usual late season nap. At most, they'll make it to the second round of the playoffs.

The Nationals are in worse shape than both those teams combined, and who would even notice if the Caps or United won a championship?

A Hoyas victory may be our one and only chance to join the pantheon of great sports riot cities like Chicago, Los Angeles, and of course, Detroit.

So don't waste this incredible opportunity, D.C. If Georgetown wins tomorrow, and especially Monday, don't hold back. Flood the streets. Overturn some cars. Light a few fires. Those really nice stores along M Street, with their large windows? Perfect for looting.

The best part is, you don't have to be a Georgetown student or alum to participate! You don't have to be a D.C. resident, or like basketball, or even speak English. All that's required is a desire to have a good time, and an utter disregard for other people's property and safety. Being drunk helps, too.

Twenty years from now, your kids will ask where you were the night the Hoyas won the championship. What would you rather tell them? That you were at home or in some crappy bar? Or that you were out contributing to millions of dollars in property damage, and calling cops a bunch of fucking pigs, as they pepper-sprayed you and wrestled you to the ground?

I know where I'll be. So look for the guy wearing a Georgetown sweatshirt and a smile, and holding a can of gasoline and a large brick. And by all means, stop and say hello.