A brief preface: earlier this week, I lost my Nana at the age of 94. Loss is always hard, but it’s a bit easier to take knowing that it was a full life lived. And Nana spent the majority of that life being the biggest Duke fan I ever knew, despite never having stepped foot on the campus in any of those 94 years. There wasn’t any real rhyme or reason to her fandom; it was just something that was. Despite that, she still treasured me and even forgave me when I became the first member of my family to go to Chapel Hill.
Hate Week: The Snow Game
