My parents are both UNC alumni, but my maternal grandfather has taught business at Duke's Fuqua School since the late sixties.
When I was little, they both worked full time, so I would go spend the day at my grandma's house often. She'd take me over to campus to hang out at my grandpa's office all day, so I spent a ton of time on Duke's campus growing up.
For these reasons I grew up a Duke fan, even with my pretty voracious UNC fan of a dad. My grandpa sat on the academic advisory council for athletics at Duke, so through those connections I actually had the privilege of being a ball boy for the team in the late 90s and early 2000s.
Before one home game in 2001, a few of the players on the team were out shooting around during warmups. This was after the student doors had opened but prior to general admission doors opening, so it's just the players and the students in there.
As a ball boy, my job during this time was to rebound for the team. While doing this, Chris Duhon came up to me and jokingly challenged me to a game of one-on-one. I was 8 or 9 at the time, so I was scared out of my mind — never mind the fact that I was giving up about three feet or so to the guy — but we started "playing" anyway.
After a few go-arounds, the Crazies started to chant my name more loudly and cheered me on against Duhon. When Duhon went back to the locker room, the students called me over and crowd-surfed me all the way up to the upper level in Cameron and back down.
Since that time, I worked my a** off to get into Duke, will be a senior here in the fall, and am currently a Line Monitor that organizes the Krzyzewskiville campout every year.
Time flies.