This week's line comes from:
"Sitting in the tower that had been built for him, Mike Krzyzewski had a spectacular view of his kingdom."
I took the line from the first chapter instead of the introduction, because the intro was about Dean Smith. And as a wish-I-were-a-Cameron Crazy, I could not abide that. I hugely respect Dean Smith as one of the greatest college basketball coaches of all time, but abhor his program and every player to come out of Carolina - except, of course, for Michael Jordan (sorry I'm not sorry LeBron, you'll never be The G.O.A.T.). I am a huge college basketball fan. I have loved Duke since I was 9 years old. Very specifically, I became a fan on March 28th, 1992. My cousin Jenny loved basketball and Duke at the time, so I loved whatever she did. This date is very specific because it was the first - and one of the greatest - Duke games I had ever seen. Even if you are not a sports fan, you might be vaguely aware of a play commonly referred to as The Shot, where Christian Laettner hit a highly improbable shot to reduce Kentucky to tears (something I always love because I might actually despise Kentucky MORE than Carolina, which is kind of insane to think about) and propel Duke into the Final Four, on their way to their second national title in two years. If you have never seen The Shot, please allow me the honor of showing you now:
While my cousin outgrew her attachment a year or so later, I never did. So, for the last 25 years of my life, I have been a Duke fan and March Madness is my most favorite time of year. I love Duke so much in fact, that had Eleanor been a boy, her name would have been Cameron David (Cameron for Cameron Indoor Stadium where Duke plays, and David for my grandpa). I only chose Cameron because my mom said Krzyzewski was not a nice first name for a baby to be saddled with. As a teacher, I knew logically she was right. I have watched students for YEARS struggle to spell their own names because their parents are ridiculous. But I digress.