Jed Williams

“Well, at least there’s basketball season.”

For the die-hard, dyed-in-the-wool college sports nut, this trusty little cliché is akin to self-medication. In a fall funk? Leaves turning brown and your football team falling down? Never fear, basketball is here.

ACCers, on a first-name basis with football follies since 1953, always have a bottle handy. Dukies wouldn’t be caught dead without it. And yes, Cavaliers know a thing or 12 about its potent effects, too.

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