For the better part of my adult life, being a Duke football fan has been something akin to being a card-carrying member of the Libertarian party or putting ketchup on your eggs. It's something that's far out of the mainstream and always required explanation, an explanation that usually results in the kind of confused look your dog might make if asked to solve particularly complex long division problem.
At best, you might get a courageous cheer of encouragement in the face of long odds, as though you'd just told someone you were leading Lichtenstein on an offensive against Russia. More generally, people look at you like you just put $100 on the Royals to win the playoffs. The Stanley Cup playoffs.
Even during the four years I attended Duke from the fall of 1997 through 2000, the arrival of football season came with all the anticipation of Arbor Day. In the Gobi Desert. Though Duke would typically draw 1,200 to 1,500 undergraduates to every game (out of an enrollment of 6,000, which means more students attended games at Wallace Wade than next-door neighbor Cameron Indoor), football season was a way to mark the time. It was two months until basketball season, and it was the appropriate venue to let forth a long string of obscenities, a privilege now instead ably manned by the defensive play of point guard Greg Paulus.
As fans, the Duke faithful held the Blue Devils to a standard Sarah Palin would have been comfortable with: Play hard, don't embarrass yourself and it's a victory. And even in the worst times, the team put up academic success numbers that would make the men's basketball team's on-court success jealous.
And yet, from the 1995 season until this August, clearing that bar might as well have been asking for the football equivalent of out-jumping Bob Beamon.
From 1995 through 2007, Duke posted four winless seasons, was sued for, and lost, a sexual discrimination suit by placekicker Heather Sue Mercer, made headlines
when a linebacker robbed a man in a wheelchair, made headlines again when protesting that "
Duke sucks" should be legal standard to wrangle out of a game against Louisville and generally served as the longest running punchline this side of
the aristocrats.
Why did the chicken cross the road? Probably to crack a joke at the expense of Duke football fans.
Somewhere in there, we're fairly certain they were started the subprime crisis, caused the common cold and sprung Chumbawumba upon an unsuspecting populace as well.