The first college basketball game I ever witnessed was David Thompson's NC State against Bill Walton's UCLA in the Final Four. I was 10 and I was stunned that this awesomeness existed and it took me so long to find it. After all, I had been and NFL fan for four whole years already. I watched every NC State game and then every ACC game I possibly could. I soon realized that I was more of a Thompson fan than NC State really and I was still looking for a team to gravitate towards even though we lived in Durham in the late 60's while Dad was doing whatever you do to get a PhD in econom-something at Duke. At a young age I liked the underdog so I guess that part of human nature is real. (Being a band-wagon fan is human nature too...for troglodytes.) So during the 76-77 season I was looking at the standings and saw that the worst two teams were UVA (UVa then), and Duke. Well, I'm not a big fan of orange, so I decided then and there that I would be a Duke fan. Most of my friends were UNC fans of course because Dean was in his prime, they were winning, and my friends were troglodytes. I took some grief for it, but low and behold - look what happened in 1977! Then as years passed and the K era was in full swing, some people would accuse me of being a band wagon fan, but my troglodytes would reluctantly chime in with, "No, he actually picked them when they sucked." I was baffled by all of the Duke hatred. Aren't people supposed to strive for excellence? Isn't success to be admired and emulated? What is wrong with people? Then I got older and realized most human beings really are troglodytes. Pitty.