"Bubas trusted Waters' judgment and I'm glad he did."
Bubas would sometimes play a 1-3-1 with Dak as the chaser in the back. He was one of the few people I have seen that could make that work.
"Bubas trusted Waters' judgment and I'm glad he did."
Bubas would sometimes play a 1-3-1 with Dak as the chaser in the back. He was one of the few people I have seen that could make that work.
Duke actually lost that 1964-65 game at home to Cazzie Russell and Michigan. But they made a spirited comeback late and Bubas always said that was the loudest he ever heard the (then) Duke Indoor Stadium. He compared the noise to standing under a 747 at takeoff.
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During the comeback, when Michigan had the ball, the crowd would chant DEFENSE CLAP CLAP DEFENSE... during the whole possession. It was truly deafening and intimidating to the ears of this then 10 year old boy standing at my $2 seat in section 2 of the old barn. I don't remember when this chant fell out of favor. In my opinion it was louder and more effective than the constant roar that we use now. I miss it.
"This is the best of all possible worlds."
Dr. Pangloss - Candide
When did you know Steve Vacendak Jr.? Steve was my roommate and one of my best friends while we were at App State together. He passed away after hitting a car head on, while speeding down a steep one-lane road with a blind corner on his mountain bike, following a bouldering session at Howard's Knob.
Steve was an incredible person and a naturally gifted athlete. He was a very intelligent and always made school look easy. Steve was also fearless, almost to a fault. I watched him cheat death more than once. His introduction to kayaking was running a class V Wilson Creek before he could even eskimo roll a boat. He also took a ground fall while learning how to aid climb at Shiprock. He was about 20' up the route when his gear ripped out and he hit the deck. Amazingly, he landed on the only flat rock in the talus pile. I'll never forget all of our rock climbing and wilderness adventures together. Especially poaching Grandfather Mountain at night during a blizzard.
Steve had a bright future ahead of him. He was going to be a Geology professor at App State. He was the most motivated person I have ever met. He never let a day go by without participating in some kind of fun and challenging outdoor recreational activity. I keep a framed photo of him in my living room. He's been gone now for 20 years, but I still think about him often. I only met his dad and sister a handful of times. I remember his dad being very strict and demanding of Steve. He definitely did not give his son any handouts. But I believe this is what made Steve as tough and self sufficient as he was.
RIP, Dirty. I miss you buddy.