I see John Feinstein, the Kentucky-hating sports writer died.
Is it too soon to tell a story about him that makes me look like a jerk? I guess I'll do it anyway.
As some of you know, Feinstein graduated from Duke in 1978, and it was the Cats beating his beloved Blue Devils that year in the championship that made him a lifetime hater and critic of UK...
Fast forward to 1998. He had just written a fawning book about ACC basketball. I was working in DC at the Scripps Howard news bureau, where we put out a wire service that reached 800 newspapers across America. Feinstein was working at the Washington Post, which had offices just a couple blocks away.
In late March of that year, about a week after the legendary Kentucky comeback to beat Duke in the Elite Eight, Feinstein came up to our offices to promote his book with our sports editor. I spotted him, and so I lurked around until I saw him heading for the elevator of our 11th floor office.
I walked up to him and said, "Aren't you John Feinstein? I'm a big college hoops fans and know your work (know, not like...)" He seemed flattered and we both got on the elevator...I had him trapped...
So I said, "Hey, let me ask you: What happened to Duke in that tournament game with Kentucky last week? How do you blow a 17-point lead with nine minutes to go?" I swear his face got white and mumbled something about, "just bad luck.." But I kept it up: "Did Coach K just choke? He looked like he was pissing his pants on the bench...Man, he was totally outclassed by that Kentucky coach, what is his name again? He's new, right?"
It was the longest elevator ride of Feinstein's life. When we got to the lobby he didn't even pretend he wasn't pissed. He just made a beeline for the door...No wonder he hated Kentucky. We can be an ornery bunch...