So I’m at the Four Seasons in Seattle and the game’s on with 13 seconds left. Men, lots of them, start to come out of the woodwork – like termites, really, or Brooks Brother’s Fashion Week. I feel like the belle of the ball – except I’m not. Instead, I’m floating in a pool of testosterone: Butler 59 – Duke 60. Half here are Madmen, the other half are Two and a Half Men – you know what I mean. And I’m drinking…. a 2008, K Vintners Velvet Devil, Merlot, WA; a 2008 Broadley, Willamette Valley, Pinot Noir; a 2007 Catena, Malbec from Mendoza.
And then there’s 3 seconds left. The pressure mounts in that Four Seasons, reserved sort of way. “OOOOAAAAAHHHHH!” Duke hits one free throw, misses the second. 61 – 59. Butler misses the 3 point shot. Duke wins the game. “OOOAAAHHHH!”
Duke should feel lucky.