Too early to prognosticate?

HUDSON: Well that's great! That's just fucking great, man. Now what the fuck are we supposed to do, man? We're in some real pretty shit now!
HICKS: Are you finished? (To Ripley) You okay?
(She nods. She can't disguise her stricken expression. She shrugs with fatalistic acceptance.)
RIPLEY: I'm sorry, Newt.
NEWT: You don't have to be sorry.
HUDSON: Just tell me what the fuck we're supposed to do now. What are we gonna do now?

And so goes another SDSU season. We come in loaded with talent, ready to take on the MWC and all comers to get to the big dance. Only we lose games to the most insignificant of foes and to the weakest of conferences. We don't see this changing anytime soon unless:

A) Steve Fisher becomes the Tony Robbins of the coaching world

or

B) We get ACC type talent who knows how to win games, big or SMALL