A strange juxtaposition for today as we celebrate Easter, but this just has to be said. If I said I didn't care for Duke before, that would have been a mild understatement. Now that they trounced my Mountaineers, I wish a nasty plague upon each player, assistant coach, and Coach K. Last night, Duke confirmed they enjoy smacking babies and kicking little old ladies (particularly little old ladies with heart problems). Next up for Duke? A chance to continue their penchant for stealing dreams when they play Butler for the National Championship. Hope their bulldog mascot mistakes Coach K's crotch for a Milk-Bone.
