It was a great score. It was old-school. Coach K never raised his voice or his hand, but he let his new president know exactly who runs things on Tobacco Road. He also sent a similar message to basketball recruits across the land: Coach K is the unquestioned king of amateur hoops. Check "SportsCenter'' and USA Today if you doubt it.
Think about it. Coach K, without uttering a word or meeting face-to-face with owner Jerry Buss, had us all believing he might uproot his family and move to the West Coast for the privilege of coaching a young man who is scheduled to stand trial for rape this year.
I feel stupid for falling for it. Brodhead shouldn't. He had no other choice.
Every sport needs a villain, a Cobra Kai, the bad snotty guys who have everything and want more, the kids with the nice cars who only care about ascots, three-pointers, and hair gel. That's a comically wrong version of what Duke is, but so what? Having Duke around gives us all enemies. We all need enemies.
Let's hope St. Johns follows in Wisconsin's footsteps.
