The journey continues
I first watched ACC basketball in March of 1983, cheering on North Carolina State's men in their improbable national championship run. That winter was also the first time I played basketball, in gym class. Not five-on-five, real basketball, mind you-but some bastardization of the old six-on-six, girls-don't-run-the-court basketball of yesteryear. I was 10 years old, 5'5'' and dreamed of being the next Mary Lou Retton. She would vault her way onto the front of a Wheaties box the following summer, while I did terrible, gangly hand-stands in the backyard, determined not to let my height get in the way of my gymnastics career.