"Down 42-30 at the half" doesn't capture the gravity of the situation in the 1998 UNC game. They were matchup hell for us, they waxed us by 24 in Chapel Hill, and turned around and stomped us by 15 a week later in the ACCT Final. We trailed 64-47 at the under-12 television timeout. Carolina's top six were all veterans except for Cota who was a sophomore. Antawn Jamison murdered us on a regular basis. Our veterans were modestly gifted athletes (Wojciechowski, Langdon, McLeod, Singleton) or had disappeared (Price). The bulk of the NBA-quality talent on Duke's roster was in the underclassmen, and Brand had only been back for two games coming off the foot injury. Those guys owned us.
Except for those twelve minutes. Yes, Haywood missed a couple foul shots at the end, but there wasn't really any collapse on Carolina's part. Jamison had a memorable layup where, shortly after we had chanted "yo mama can't spell" at him, he slowly ran the length of the court while Carolina set up and scored on a bullet pass from...Cota?...without having touched the ball for more than about half a second the whole possession. He taunted us, probably justifiably. It's not like Carolina felt apart, Duke just fought and fought and fought, like climbing what seemed like Kilamanjaro.
Wojo had eleven assists and served the beer.
I think it's still better, and an even greater team feat than JWill's Reggie Miller act at Maryland. I honestly thought the noise in Cameron was a structural hazard to the facility. I think I wept for about twenty minutes after the game.
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