Enough questions about Fab Melo! I'll tell you why he's not playing

It's simple, folks. When you attend Syracuse University, nobody cares how tall you are or how well you can stuff a basketball through a metal ring, you're just like everybody else when you step inside the classroom - The Crucible of Education - where Teacher is always watching, and success is all about hitting the books. You better plan on studying hard, contributing in class, and doing your homework with legible handwriting!, and sports come in a distant second. And if you for one moment think that just because you wear a varsity letter jacket that it means you can phone in your assignment, whether it's about molecular fusion or Jean Paul Sartre -- well, pallyboy, you shoulda gone to Cornell.

Apparently, Old Fab thought he didn't have to raise his hand in class or volunteer to color some extra credit posters, and he let his homework slide, thinking that because his team was playing well, Teacher would let him off the hook. Well, he's learned a valuable lesson - the hard way! When you come to Syracuse University, Mister Superstar, you better knuckle down.

Let's just hope that he can pick up the pieces, start over next semester and get himself on track to earn some B's.