The Scrooges of college sports
I don't know about you, but sometimes, I don't like sports very much.
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I don't know about you, but sometimes, I don't like sports very much.
CHICAGO - In my 21 years of life, I'm fairly certain I have never been colder than I was this past Saturday.
My entire life as a basketball fan flashed before my eyes Sunday, and not because Duke almost lost its first non-conference home game in 62 attempts.
Those of you who know me outside our weekly date in this column space know that for the past two years, I have worn the same open locket necklace nearly every day.
I was going to try to be funny with this column and present theme song alternatives for the 2008-2009 Blue Devils that weren't Jennifer Hudson's "I Am Changing" from the Academy Award winning "Dreamgirls."
In case you haven't noticed, today is Nov. 4, the first Tuesday after the first Monday of November, which happens to be Election Day in the these fine United States of America-and also happens to be my favorite day of the year every two years.
Forgive me readers, for I have sinned. It has been one week since my last confession.
There are few things in this world I hate more than being wrong, except for maybe Jay Mariotti, which is why writing this particular column pains me.
My fellow Blue Devils, welcome to October-the cruelest month in all of sport.
I understand college football right now about as much as I understand the nuances of the BCS computer system-which is to say, not at all.
If you were to take a Wednesday day trip to the University of California at Berkeley-one of the nation's most renowned and politically active college campuses-something would be conspicuously missing.
It's taken me 21 years, but I've finally discovered the secret to surviving the barren desert known as bye-week Saturday.
It's a Monday for Duke Basketball.
There's something in the air at Wally Wade-and it's not just the Carolina humidity, the residual smoke from those gratuitous postgame fireworks or even drifting dust from the Few Quad construction.
After Saturday's 24-20 loss to Northwestern under the lights of Wallace Wade Stadium, senior middle linebacker Michael Tauiliili walked into Yoh Football Center to face the media wearing a black undershirt with block-letter print: "Together Sustain The Strain."
I woke up Sunday morning still basking in the glow of the first Duke victory I had seen with my own eyes since 2005. The sun was a little brighter. The air was a little lighter. And I was a bit more hopeful for the season to come.
Speaking in front of a gathering of local media Wednesday about his gold medal experience in Beijing, Mike Krzyzewski declared that for the past three years, he has lived USA Basketball every day.
A funny thing happened on the way to the Bryan Center.
I'm always amazed at how well Dukie stereotypes are represented by the MTV series True Life-from "I'm a Jersey Shore Girl" and "I'm a Southern Belle," from "I'm Under Peer Pressure" to "I'm An Alcoholic" and "I'll do Anything for Money."
Torrey Pines was the perfect setting to stage a comeback.