During my senior year of high school in 1998-99, I was the world’s most obnoxious Duke basketball fan.
Actually, I’ve owned that title ever since becoming a loud-mouth supporter of the Blue Devils as a six-year-old at the start of the 1987-88 season (the word “spoiled” doesn’t begin to describe what Duke did to me by appearing in five straight final fours — winning two — across the first five years of my fandom).
But this season is the first season since that one 20 years ago in which my over-the-top boasts about Duke’s utter dominance feel 100-percent justified.