
- I miss the bleachers that we grad students poured ourselves into.
- I miss the pizza and flat coke in the perfect Duke stadium plastic cups.
- I miss getting the piece of paper that told the Crazies some of the cheers for the opponents.
- I miss, Who’s Your Daddy, Battier!!!
- I miss the feeling of the whole stadium shaking right before tip-off.
- I miss “Rip ‘em up, tear ‘em up, give ‘em hell Duke!”
- I miss Rock Lobster!
- I miss reading the tape on the Devil’s forehead.
- I miss “boink, boink, ahhhhhhhh, pass, boink, boink, pass”
- I miss seeing the old scoreboard, in its Duke Blue. No bells, no whistles, no flashing replays. Just simple stats.
The scoreboard is a perfect example of how amazing Cameron Indoor Stadium is. It is a time capsule which holds the essences of what college basketball is all about. And as I sit on my couch, I reminisce of the three good seasons and one national championship we had together. Oh how I miss thee
1 comment:
Rev. J.:
I am with you on this. I graduated from Duke way back in 1989, and I still miss the place. I try to make regular pilgrimmages to the place.
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