One of my favorite memories is of the 2000 ACC Tournament in Charlotte. I was a senior in high school, and went for the first time with just my dad and not my brother, who was a freshman at Wake that year. We stayed with my dad’s best friend from Duke, who spent the non-basketball portions of the weekend teaching me to drive stick on his ‘66 Stingray convertible.
It did not suck.
I know it is probably obvious, but most of my posts are me talking to myself. I'm 50/50 on whether I answer.
“Bob says run! Bob says run! Bob says run!”
{good pick-up after handoff}
“Bob was right! Bob was right! Bob was right!”
“Bob says run! Bob says run! Bob says run!”
{good pick-up after handoff}
“Bob was right! Bob was right! Bob was right!”
I sure as hell stopped thinking about the lights going down in the F’n city.
“Bob says run! Bob says run! Bob says run!”
{good pick-up after handoff}
“Bob was right! Bob was right! Bob was right!”
Here we go! Beer thirty!
Nothing incites bodily violence quicker than a Duke fan turning in your direction and saying 'scoreboard.'
Gosh, I love oyster season.
A fine platter of Chesapeake's finest with mignonette sauce on the side?!
I demand a witness!
Nothing incites bodily violence quicker than a Duke fan turning in your direction and saying 'scoreboard.'
No basketball, no football = whole house got cleaned