Normally, the week of a UNC/Duke game has my stomach tied in knots. My feet sweat. My heart pounds. I can’t get comfortable.
Despite this Saturday’s historic Final Four contest looming over the week, an unfamiliar feeling has washed over me. Calmness. Serenity. Peace. What could be causing this?
Yesterday, Al talked about perspective. I am blessed to have never faced the kind of health scares that he has overcome with aplomb. This good fortune, combined with my lack of emotional maturity and inability to put a game played between teenagers into its proper perspective, make watching games with Duke a true dance with the devil.