He remembers the day they were looking for a tree, and, while standing by a lone cedar, two bedded deer burst from a tangle of briars just a few feet away.
Haley Peters scored 17 points to help No. 2 Duke beat Albany 80-51 on Thursday night. Chelsea Gray and Richa Jackson had 12 points apiece for the Blue Devils (11-1), who shot 59 percent from the floor in their first game since an 83-61 home loss to No. 1 Connecticut on Tuesday.
For the moment that I stand here, I hear the voice of frost and how she became this place. Her voice, surprisingly, is soft. She is clear and transparent and her manner of speaking upon this place is neither slurred nor slanged.
It is climbing a tree. It is tucking into a blind. It is standing against an oak tree that was here before the war and, maybe, the war before that one, too.
Duke came into the ACC championship game with fewer negative-yardage plays than any team in the ACC, at 3.83 per game. Its very first play resulted in a one-yard loss on a run by Josh Snead. ... The rest of the game was more of the same.
My hands are snug and tucked and tight, and when there is noise beyond, my palm grips hold of my bow and the cold air tightens and I feel the exposure and am reminded of the cold.
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I could have driven along these woods. I could have used the off-road vehicle and navigated this path. Yet, it felt appropriate to walk. It felt authentic to step over sticks. There was something natural about my gait and the melodic repetition of my feet in the soft mud.
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Virginia has won 33 times to Duke’s 31 in the all-time series that dates back to 1890. But Duke has won four of the last five with coach David Cutcliffe on its sideline, including a resounding 42-17 triumph at Wallace Wade Stadium one year ago this month.
The naked light bulb is silently persuaded by what remains of an overnight wind. He stands by the screen door, and his left hand lingers along the switch panel. It is 5:30 a.m., and he is up and dressed as one cup of coffee is being followed by a second on the last Saturday of the summer. His knees are one season older, and his eyesight is another sunrise weaker.