ACC Tournament

It was my lucky (crusty, the wife sez) underwear that pulled Duke through the tourney. Game one: As though some sort of mediums are working the game. The entire team seems to be channeling Duke centers from the past, except for Shavlik, who is just Shavlik. It appears that Eric Meek, Tamon Domzalski, and two Matt Christiansens are out there on the floor with Randolph, heaving up airball layups and committing a series of hopeless bungles in the lane. In addition, Melchionni has stolen Redick’s mojo, the wife notes. Game two: Redick takes the mojo back. Game three: Remarkably Zen about calls until the last minute or so, when Shelden’s head again mistaken for ball by both opposition and referees. Screaming until then limited to stupidities of announcers and shoddy camera choices by ESPN editor. No one, not even Mickie Krzyzewski wants the coverage to linger on Coach K; we all want to watch the Goddamn game. No one wants to hear Dick Vitale explain Redick’s proper use of screen from five minutes back; we want to watch what’s going on now. Query: what works about the slow down game? I dunno, but Akbar saves the day, a la NCAAs first round, 2003. Thank you, Kentucky, Wake, and Arizona. #1 in Charlotte?! Must go shower.