Hooray! Or , in the eloquent words of one of Duke's two fight songs, "rah rah rah rah rah ra-rah ra-rah"! Nathaniel J. Ames (not an accurate spelling) has replaced assistant coach Johnny Dawkins on the Blue Devil bench.
During my time in beautiful Durham, North Carolina, Nate James was my favorite Duke basketball player. I was always promising my friends that each ensuing year we were there would be, without a doubt, the Nate James breakout year we had all hoped for. Some post-season heroics in 2001 finally made me an honest woman, and now 7 years later (7 years, sweet Jesus!) Mr. "J.Ames" is breaking out further to thoroughly shmawesome affect.
And so, this seems as good a time as any to share my most embarassing Nate James moment(s).
It goes like this: My senior year roommate's brother was on the basketball team. She, therefore, knew the basketball team. And whenever she saw someone on the basketball team, she would make introductions.
SUPER sweet, right?
...Except when you have been introduced to one member of the team (umm...Nate James) as "his biggest fan" on multiple occasions. Then, it just starts getting creepy.
I guess the point of this story is: thanks a lot, Ann.