As a freshman at Duke — my sole completed year due to my sole reason for going there being students’ free admission inside Cameron Indoor Stadium — talking to the Duke basketball players proved more difficult than in rehearsals throughout my Blue Devil-obsessed childhood.
Not naming names, but the bulk of the players’ personalities during my brief stint as a fan-posing-as-a-student served as total downers to my expectations.
Honestly, they were mostly @$$#0!~$.
Chris Carrawell, though, was an exception.
I arrived at Duke for the fall semester of the 1999-00 school year when Carrawell was a senior, months from becoming the program’s most unlikely ACC Player of the Year.