I was at my friends' apartment in D.C., as a senior in art school hanging out with other artists..they weren't sports nuts. Nobody was paying attention to the TV except for me, and all I could do was pace back and forth. That shot sunk and I went through more emotions than I thought the human brain could withstand. I jumped up and down, screamed, cried, opened the windows and yelled into the streets. I remember walking to work the next day, grinning from ear to ear every time I passed a sales box for the Washington Post. Even outside of NC, that shot was front page news.
Q "Why do you like Duke, you didn't even go there." A "Because my art school didn't have a basketball team."