The 2.1 seconds are painfully replayed every March. Hate for Christian Laettner remains everlasting. The Unforgettables still adorn Rupp’s rafters.
Every person that watched that game remembers exactly where they were when they watched Christian Laettner complete his perfect 10-10 shooting performance, except those who weren’t around to see it. Two days shy of six months old, I am one of many fans born into Duke hatred without witnessing the painful experience firsthand. Hate without context is ignorance. That is why I assigned Gene Wojciechowski’s novel to my Summer reading list.
I learned a lot about the Big Blue basketball that came before me.