Sorry, Wlady: J.J. Redick has been about as coddled this year as the President. But for many years to come it will be the bitter, mirthless sport of the anti-Dukies, playing the only game they can win, to heap every cheap insult and vindictive ignominity on the Blue Devils, until, at last, Duke loses a tournament game — whereupon their crude and hollow laughter dares mock the emotion of players like Redick, whose victories are already legend.
