Step up your game, Quinnipiac. This isn’t directed at the teams, but the student body.

You have access to one of the prime sports facilities in Connecticut aside from UConn’s Harry A. Gampel Pavilion, and you are not taking advantage of it.

Tickets at the TD Bank Sports Center are free with the swipe of a Q-card and you are either a shuttle ride away or you’re in walking distance. So why don’t you go to the games?

It’s 7 p.m. on a Thursday. When is the last time you actually supported your school? For you Slobcats, nothing starts until 9 p.m., and most games have ended by then. Even for a 2 p.m. game on a Saturday, your hangover will have long faded.

This is a Division I school. The men’s basketball team almost made the national tourney two years ago. Our team’s are constantly on NESN and SNY, have made an appearance on ESPN2 and will be on ESPNU later this month.

This is not about the teams, though. It is about you not supporting your school.

Some of you complain about paying more than $45,000 to go here. Newsflash: the games are free for you. Enjoy the real world when you have to pay for games, including Quinnipiac ones.

You know it is sad when the loudest moment at The Bank was over break. It’s also sad that there were almost as many people at Burt Kahn Court for a volleyball game this year than there were at last Thursday’s men’s basketball game (no disrespect to Mr. Payne or the volleyball team).

Our teams do not play basketball games in Burt Kahn Court any more. This is the TD Bank Sports Center, probably the best sports arena in the Northeast Conference. Most NEC schools play in gymnasiums. We are fortunate enough to have a sports complex with a hockey rink, too.

I’m 200 percent percent sure that the university did not spend $52 million for a state-of-the-art building to go to waste.

I rarely get to enjoy games as a fan. I am either covering them or taking pictures at them. But when the Bank is loud and full of a sea of gold, that’s when it is the best for everyone.

I know most of you are going to be stalking your computer screens when you hear the words “Robert Morris” or “Yale game” to get tickets, and that kills me. Stop being fairweather fans, the worst kind of fans.