There's Got To Be A Morning After ...

In a hotel in Chicago, the phone rings in Billy Packer’s room. It’s his wake-up call, but the old man did not sleep much last night. He stretches, gets out of bed and shuffles to his fourth-floor balcony. He looks over the edge and thinks.

“Is a world without Duke one I want to live in?”

He steels himself.

“But I must go on. The American college basketball fan needs, NAY, craves my presence in their homes at this crucial point in United States history.”

At the same time, in a nearby hospital, after months of rehab, a paralytic takes his first steps.

Coincidence? I don’t think so. I like to think Billy Packer’s resolve strengthens us all.

Except this guy.



He’s an absolute wreck today.