Had a rainy Sunday yesterday and was rifling through Netflix/Hulu/Amazon and coming up uninspired so went to my old movie stack etc. Found the 1995 ACC Championship game and watched the Raycom broadcast. I had just turned 10 years old and my parents, my 3 brothers and I hung on to every shot like it was all that mattered in the world. We practiced the Childress runner for years (still do sometimes) and idolized the control Timmy played with after picking up 3 fouls early. After the game and the tears stopped, we took our Deacon flag, hung it outside the car and drove up and down the street honking the horn. Even watching the pure joy 25 years later as Randolph fell to the ground contesting Stackhouse's last shot and the rest of the team jumped in exultation, it brought a tear to my eyes to hear "Wake Forest wins the ACC championship".
Fuck you Ron Wellman. Fuck you straight to hell for robbing all of us of the faintest hopes that we could ever experience that level of joy from our college basketball program.
Fuck you Ron Wellman. Fuck you straight to hell for robbing all of us of the faintest hopes that we could ever experience that level of joy from our college basketball program.