In reflecting on Duke's loss to Arizona last night the old Billy Joel song, "Only the Good Die Young" plays over and over in my head. The lyrics don't really apply to basketball, or even in life if we're honest with ourselves. Sometimes the good teams take a knee early but often they ride a wave all the way into shore, shore being the March Madness Championship.
But Kyrie Irving and Singler and the rest gave it a shot, it just wasn't their night. Arizona played a near perfect second half. It's debatable what happened with Nolan Smith. A hollow performance. "I don't know what to do with my hands", may be a good explanation as the guys on Sports Center aptly interpreted it.
When you're so accustomed to palming that rough, leathery ball, feeling its weight and form, searching and grabbing and shooting and sinking, over and over, the rhythm, the routine becomes intoxicating and yet so normal that you are lost when your hands are empty...
But regardless, to the Jimmers and the Nolan Smiths and the Coach K's and the rest who had so much riding on these games, who gave their heart and soul in each play-we appreciate the effort. Good game. Thanks for playing your game- these games of your life in front of us.
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