Courtesy of Crasstalk, a reminder that, however things go down in the Southwest Bracket, the Greater Satan is in the West...
A hatred of Duke University and its White Blue Devils (I’m feeling nauseous already) burns deep inside of all right-thinking human beings. We are naturally repulsed by Duke to such an extent that it is now part of our natural evolutionary instincts. From the womb, we we enter this world already detesting Danny Ferry and Steve Wojochowski and (oh god, I’m going to vomit) Coach K.
But while a low burning sensation is natural, a true Duke hater knows that he or she must refresh that hatred before each and every fresh NCAA tournament. Here’s a simple plan for how to really get yourself worked up with frothing, irrational, lovely Duke Hate:
Includes a link to a delicious piece about how a small southern university clawed its way up the ranks to be the second-douchiest college in America. (Really. It was in GQ.)