You’re going to hear about the ratings.
You’re going to hear about how exciting it was.
We’ll hear about how people watched because you love or hate Duke.
In the end, no one cared.
I’m watching my local news this morning, and they haven’t even mentioned that game. Why? Because everyone knew who was going to win. One way or another, Duke was going to win that game, as I noted in that post. That alone makes it uninteresting and unworthy of tuning into. It becomes like pro wrestling.
You know what America doesn’t like in its sports? Familiarity. They don’t like the same thing, over and over. I’m not talking about a fan of a team, like the Cowboys or Yankees. They’re different because they’re bandwagoners. They’re losers who want to be winners by living vicariously through their sports teams. While we have to credit Duke being a good team, I’m sorry. It’s suspect. 35 years and you have one player who goes bad? Only one? Apparently, Coach K recruits saints. A denomination of Christianity hasn’t recruited as well as Duke basketball has. It’s all about Coach K anyway. The guy was going to stay as long as he could to get all the accolades he could.
Dean Smith was also a saint. At least until we found out they were cheating too. It’s kind of funny, when we finally find out what goes on in that program, they’ll get barbecued, but no one will ask why it took so long.