One summer night, an hour or so past curfew at Duke Basketball Camp in 1992, then-assistant coach Pete Gaudet spotted me goofing off in the halls of the dorm that my buddy and I were lodging in for the week. The man we had mocked for his visible grumpiness then proceeded to chase me back to my room, scold both of us, and threaten to send us home.
Should I have been doing what I was doing? Absolutely, I should have, for I was 11 years old; I'd argue that those of you who at that age didn't regularly practice the art of testing old men's patience — in my eyes, Gaudet was an elderly 50-year-old at the time — missed out on one of the great joys of childhood.