Rolling Stone magazine (what a rag) continues the hatred war on Duke, K, Grayson Allen, and a jab at his religion. As Duke fans we've learned to expect it, and ultimately to embrace it. Here's a few paragraphs from the rag bag's article:
"Here are a couple of things I learned about Grayson Allen by perusing his bio on the Duke basketball website: He graduated cum laude (of course he did) from something called the Providence School, a place that defines itself on its own website as not just Christian, but "boldly Christian," in case you enjoy your Bible study with a side of audaciousness.
Grayson Allen is only a freshman, but I imagine Duke's 68-63 NCAA championship victory over Wisconsin on Monday night won't be the last time he annoys the hell out of a national audience, because with a name and a biography like Grayson Allen's, how can he be anything but the latest in a long line of Duke guards who appear to have been genetically engineered to get under America's skin?
I already dislike Grayson Allen (a bit player for the Blue Devils all season who put up 16 points last night), and as I write this, I've known who he is for about an hour. I already want to see him fail in some publicly humiliating fashion, merely because of the uniform he is wearing. He is every over-entitled, Izod-clad jerk I've ever come across in a bar, and I want him to spill his celebratory sparking cider
Is that overly harsh? Well, screw it. I can't help it right now, Grayson. I'm caught up in the moment. You may be a perfectly nice kid, but it's a reflexive thing at this point; I know it's cliché, but I still feel about Duke the same way I feel about watching dudes wearing Google Glass toast with shots of Fireball. There's something physically revolting about watching an otherwise brilliant Final Four - populated by a Wisconsin team that proved one of the Bill Raftery has established over the years, in working toward finally broadcasting his first-ever national championship game (at one point, I swear he worked in a reference to dietitians). It felt like getting to the end of a 700-page novel only to find out that the murderer was the one you presumed it was from page 3."
There's a lot more. Actually some of it's pretty funny...because K, Duke's players, and all their success just plain pisses them off!
OFC
Rolling Stone "Duke Wins One for the Man"
"Here are a couple of things I learned about Grayson Allen by perusing his bio on the Duke basketball website: He graduated cum laude (of course he did) from something called the Providence School, a place that defines itself on its own website as not just Christian, but "boldly Christian," in case you enjoy your Bible study with a side of audaciousness.
Grayson Allen is only a freshman, but I imagine Duke's 68-63 NCAA championship victory over Wisconsin on Monday night won't be the last time he annoys the hell out of a national audience, because with a name and a biography like Grayson Allen's, how can he be anything but the latest in a long line of Duke guards who appear to have been genetically engineered to get under America's skin?
I already dislike Grayson Allen (a bit player for the Blue Devils all season who put up 16 points last night), and as I write this, I've known who he is for about an hour. I already want to see him fail in some publicly humiliating fashion, merely because of the uniform he is wearing. He is every over-entitled, Izod-clad jerk I've ever come across in a bar, and I want him to spill his celebratory sparking cider
Is that overly harsh? Well, screw it. I can't help it right now, Grayson. I'm caught up in the moment. You may be a perfectly nice kid, but it's a reflexive thing at this point; I know it's cliché, but I still feel about Duke the same way I feel about watching dudes wearing Google Glass toast with shots of Fireball. There's something physically revolting about watching an otherwise brilliant Final Four - populated by a Wisconsin team that proved one of the Bill Raftery has established over the years, in working toward finally broadcasting his first-ever national championship game (at one point, I swear he worked in a reference to dietitians). It felt like getting to the end of a 700-page novel only to find out that the murderer was the one you presumed it was from page 3."
There's a lot more. Actually some of it's pretty funny...because K, Duke's players, and all their success just plain pisses them off!
OFC
Rolling Stone "Duke Wins One for the Man"