Christian Laettner is at it again, whether he knows it or not. Duke basketball's unrivaled clutch-bucket producer and ultimate hate-inducer harvested a new crop of Kentucky disbelief this past weekend.
And the back-to-back national champ did so without even having to again confidently lift his hands above his head, smoothly catch a fullcourt heave from unguarded inbounder Grant Hill, calmly take a dribble to his right, seamlessly pivot to his left, or poetically hoist the most beautiful swish these two eyes have ever seen (as is the case for all the witnesses, I'll never forget where I was when it happened).