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You are here: Home / Stories from the Bungalow / Thirty Days of Gratitude, Day 10: College Basketball – and a really great story

Thirty Days of Gratitude, Day 10: College Basketball – and a really great story

November 10, 2012 By Karen Cooper 1 Comment

I am thankful for college basketball, and not just any college basketball.  Specifically, I am thankful for Duke basketball.

Yes, I could be described as one of those insufferable Duke fans.  I have a lot of clothing that says Duke on it.  I have several stickers on my car and a front plate that has the national championships on it.  When I was at Duke, I camped out for games and painted my face.  I even have a Duke garden gnome (thank you, SA!).  I’m one of those Duke fans.  (But I want you to like me anyway. After all, I agree that Christian Laettner is a jerk (although one of the best clutch players who ever played).)

Duke basketball to me, though, means more than just the games.  Sure, the games were amazing – I was lucky enough to be at Duke during the first two national championships (1991, 1992 – and now you know I’m old) and it was simply awesome.  But Duke basketball means a lot more to me than that.

Most importantly in my life, my engagement to my husband centered around Duke basketball.  That’s right.  In 2000, Duke was going to play Michigan, my law school alma mater, in basketball, right before the holidays.  I asked Dear Husband if we could go, as my Christmas present.  He agreed, and said that he would take care of the plane ticket and hotel if I could get the tickets.  I am a member of the athletic booster club (no surprise there), so it made sense that I would take care of the tickets.

We got to Durham on Friday before the Saturday game and still I had not been able to procure tickets.  I’m not gonna lie – I was getting nervous about this.

We got up on Saturday morning, had breakfast, and went to campus.  Still no tickets.  We walked around East Campus, which was where I lived my sophomore-senior years.  Beautiful.

We got to West Campus – that’s where the iconic and gorgeous Duke chapel is.  We got to the steps of the chapel, and I’m plowing ahead to go in.  Dear Husband stops on the chapel steps and says, “I love you.”  I said, “I love you, too.  Let’s go!”  I thought we were just going to the chapel.  He had other plans.  He proposed right then and there.  I was so stunned, I forgot to answer immediately!  I did say yes (after he reminded me that I needed to actually answer him).

Then he said, “And I have tickets for the game.”*  I looked at him, stunned.  “How did you do that?” I asked.  He replied:

“I emailed Coach K.”

Now, for those of you who don’t know or have been living in a cave for the last thirty years, Coach K is the long-time coach of the Duke basketball team.  He has coached our Olympic basketball teams more than once.  He is an inspiration (more on that later).

“Um, what?”  Stunned.

My amazing, fabulous, knows-I-am-a-huge-fan Dear Husband emailed Coach K about how he was going to propose to me, how I am a huge Duke fan and alum, and that we wanted to come to the game.  Coach K’s assistant emailed him back and said that, if tickets were available, she would see what she could do.  She had come through – on Friday, Dear Husband called her and tickets were ours.

Still, stunned.

When we got to the game, we found our seats.  They were FIVE ROWS  BEHIND THE DUKE BENCH.  O.M.G.  We were sitting with the parents of players.  It was, literally, the best seat in the house.  Duke won, and, after the game, we got to meet some of the players and coaches. Oh, and the Blue Devil.

After the game

Best day of my life.  Ever.  Never gonna beat it.  Ever.

So, Duke basketball has special meaning to me.  But there are other reasons, too.  Some of the best times at college centered around Duke basketball games – camping out for games together, watching with friends, bonfires (we burned benches – long story) after games.

And Duke inspires me, too.  As you might remember from this post, I have this picture hanging in my closet:

It says, “$2.99 buys you a net.  34-2 earns you one.”  It was an ad that ran in the paper after Duke’s first national championship.  I love it because it reminds me each day that nothing good is given to you; you have to earn it through hard work.  After all, Coach K’s first couple of years at Duke were not so good, and several people thought he should be fired.  Now he is one of the best coaches in the game, ever.

I am grateful for Duke basketball because it gave me the best day of my life and several really, really amazing days, too.  I am grateful that it allowed me to become closer to the good friends I had in college.  And, as a bonus, it is usually really fun to watch!

Thanks for stopping by.  I hope you are all having a nice, relaxing weekend.

*Dear Husband tells the story as that I didn’t actually say yes until he told me he had tickets.  This is purely for entertainment purposes only.  I assure you that I said yes before I knew about the tickets.

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About Karen Cooper

Hi! I'm Karen. I call myself a “recovering lawyer” - I traded in my power suits for power tools and a life of DIY adventures. Join me for DIY, home decorating, repurposing and upcycling, and organizing projects and tips as I transform a 1929 Tudor bungalow into our home. I believe in merging old and new to make a house a home.

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  1. Storywood Designs says

    November 11, 2012 at 12:44 am

    I love your story Karen – even as a Wolfpack fan! When you mentioned that you went straight to Duke from the airport on the weekend of the SBC, I had no idea that it was so special to you. What a great memory and story to tell… definitely something to be grateful for. My hubby has given up on football season and is grateful for college basketball as well!

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