With Duke out I can now sit back and enjoy the NCAA tournament.  Along with the Yankees and Lakers, Duke sits atop my list of most hated teams.  Unlike the Yankees and Lakers however, Duke is no longer relevant.  They have become one of the few teams that are easy to hate, but don’t really worry you cuz they are going nowhere.   I lump em in there with the Jets, the Sabres and the Bulls.   I haven’t been worried about Duke winning it since Elton Brand left town.  What makes me even happier is they could take Brand back today and they’d probably be worse.

If you’ve watched Coach K recently, its plain to see the man has given up.   Nobody knows their team better than the coach; formerly he’d be up ranting and raving at officials, begging for every call, phoning in death threats and creating more sideline havoc than anyone East of Bobby Knight.  That, and the rich pompous jackass student body,  were some  of the reasons this team was so hatable.  I hardly find it a coincidence that the first syllable in Duke is the same as the first syllable in Douche Bag.   But after last nights debacle against Villanova, I’m actually starting to feel bad for them.  Coach K sits on the sideline watching the game like he’s undergoing Chinese water torture treatments, a method by the way, that is only slightly less aggravating than watching a Duke center play under the hoop.  This year’s center, some clump by the name of Doubek, looked like a cross between Hank Finkel and that giant from the movie Giant.  The guy had his arms in the air the entire game.  I wasn’t sure if he was playing defense or surrendering.  Based on the score I’ll go with the latter.   Villanova rubbed it in a bit by waiting until there five minutes left in the game and then deciding to release some moisture from their sweat glands.   Poor Coach K built this school to be a powerhouse, today they can barely run with the mid majors.  This year’s squad featured more white players than an Italian League team.  You know you’re in trouble when you take the court with guys named Jon, Greg and Olek. I was in the kitchen making a sandwich when i heard the announcer mention Olek.  My wife turned to me and asked if I was watching an infomercial on vacuums.  I said no but when you get right down to it both of them suck.   Also a memo to coach K, if you’re going to draft a Jon, make sure there’s an h in there.  Inner city kids names Jon are non existent, if you find one, you really haven’t, he’s just a bad speler.   Either Coach K has lost the recruiting touch, or like most people his age, he’s afraid to venture into the city after suppertime.   Where does Duke recruit to come up with this roster?  I can just picture Jim Calhoun, Bill Self and Billy Donovan rushing to the airport so they can meet with some inner city phenom; meanwhile Coach K is taking a first class flight to Des Moines so he can land a 7 foot three inch chemisty wizard.   Good riddance boys, see you next season where i’ll make a bold prediction and say they go a step further and make the Elite Eight……of the NIT.