Well, you know I really don't hate anyone. But here at A Sea of Blue, we like to occasionally take a few good-humored shots at the Indigo Diablos, one of the few schools we really care about playing thanks to the famous 1992 overtime classic that was, more than anything else, responsible for the Unforgettables' jerseys hanging in Rupps' rafters.
Spencer Hall, known throughout most of the Blogosphere as Orson Swindle of Every Day Should Be Saturday (EDSBS), has taken on the pithy subject of why people hate Duke over at his Sporting News blog. I thought I would share some commentary on this article, and solicit some commentary from our faithful members.
Spencer starts out by telling us that, for the most part, he doesn't have an opinion of Duke:
So flopping is Spencer's big motivator to Duke loathing. What about other reasons? Spencer says that 40% of Duke haters are motivated by the fact that Duke is a good team:
The next reason? Spencer says 25% hate Dick Vitale:
Continuing on, Spencer suggests that 20% hate the Indigo Diablos because of their flopping:
The next reason, according to Hall, that Duke is loathed is because of their economic status:
We Kentucky fans loathe Duke more for a singular event than any other reason -- The Stomp. Now, I have already discussed my perceptions of the 1992 struggle, and Laettner's unfortunate actions, so I won't reprise that here. But make no mistake, The Stomp embodies all the reasons (except Dicke V.) above, plus the obvious disdain Laettner had toward Aminu Timberlake and disrespect toward Kentucky's entire team and rolls it up into a neat little package with a bow on top. The Stomp is the reason I dislike Duke, and not just that team. Duke fans, for the most part, are entirely unapologetic about that particular breakdown of sportsmanship, and surprisingly many are downright proud of it. It's tough to respect such classlessness, no matter how much time has passed.
But we also should remember Coach K seeking out the retiring Cawood Ledford and telling him what a great game Kentucky played. No matter how fatigued I am with some of Krzyzewski's antics and the constant siege he presents to my eyes from the TV screen, I will never forget that class act. It was special, and extraordinary, and almost nothing he can do can take away that memory.