Basketball follies

I'm constantly dating myself -- wait, that sounds wrong! -- with my references. But I was always inept. I've just learned how to spell Pete Carril's last name, and I went to several of his games when I was an undergraduate, and I have always worshipped him. When I was a graduate student at UNC, I wondered for a couple of years what Dean Smith's first name was. My husband was slack-jawed when I finally asked.

I still have a crush on the late Jim Valvano. Phi Slamma Jamma indeed.
I still remember the headline "Yes, Virginia, there is a Chaminade."

Wanna hear about my long-standing passion for Kurt Rambis? OK, that's pro ball. My lust for him started when we were stuck far from Chapel Hill and couldn't get any ACC games on the television. That was in the early 1980s. In 1999, my screen saver at work was Rambis in a three-piece suit when he was head L.A. coach. I still love him.

Sic transit gloria mundi.