I was running on the treadmill, and I saw some highlights of the recent Duke vs. Florida State game. Usually, as much as I don’t like to admit it, I just assume Duke has won most games in which there are highlights for, because they are a good team, but I was actually uncertain about this one, because historically FSU seems to often have Duke’s number, especially when playing in Tallahassee. So the highlights embark, and I’m left wondering who actually wins this game.
And then they show this highlight of an FSU player “dunking on” a Duke player. Now I put that in quotations, because it was hardly the kind of facial that I associate with the phrase “dunking on” a player, but whatever, some FSU bro gets the ball on the wing, and throws down a dunk, while a Duke player happened to jump in the air to contest him. Sure whatever, he got dunked on.
The best part however was after the dunk; as is often the case with young whippersnappers of today dunking the ball, it calls for the celebratory tensing of the entire upper body, fists down, while screaming to the heavens in aggressive celebration over converting a field goal. The player who dunked the ball most certainly did that.