I’m not exactly the cheerleader type, but I have to say: I’m proud enough of my (first) alma mater to rub people’s faces in it, when necessary.
Like tonight.
Granted, Duke still has to beat Butler on Monday night to win the NCAA title. But we’re playing in the championship game. Unlike, say, UNC.
Or anyone else but Butler.
No, I didn’t watch the minute-by-minute, second-by-second, beer-quaffing event with fellow alumni (if you know of any alumni in northeast Wyoming, however, please fill me in). I did eat an apple and kept refreshing ESPN at work to make sure the game really did go the way it was “supposed to.” And then I bragged about it to anyone who would listen. As an English/Drama double major lo so many years ago, I don’t have a lot to do with tonight’s victory. Yet I do have the cojones and vocabulary to pull of a good supportive rant after the fact.
Even without the short skirts and pom poms I feel an almost unreasonable sense of pride in Duke. At times like these, I’m glad I chose a school that’s good at more than selecting smart people from all 50 states in the nation. I feel like my school is a kindred spirit, of sorts. Since I consider myself more than just a smart person. See, I’m good at something, too.
At 5′0″, that “something” isn’t basketball. But I have no doubt that if I am ever as successful in my chosen field as Duke is at basketball, my alma mater will brag on me, too.
I thought about you when I saw this morning that Duke won. I always go with the under dog but guess I will go with Duke.
Chris, I, too, rooted for the Blue Devils to win it all. Just for interest, Duke had the best percentage rate for graduates through the basketball program of any college in the elite eight as well. Yak for “K.”
i would have thought you went to every game by your excited mood last night!
Not that it matters, but did you notice the hairdoes of the cheerleaders for the final b-ball games? Straight out of the 50’s — bangs, curls, big hair ribbons — and all the teams had cheerleaders with the same hair-style. It was an eery flight back to the ’50’s.