EVERY NOW and then we would run into each other, Paul Zoubek and I, two fathers whose kids had shared some moments as classmates at Haddonfield Memorial High School.
A chance meeting at a store, a sporting event, a party. Each time it seemed, we would discuss the impending future of his 7-1 son, Brian. Always, it seemed, there was much uncertainty. Foot surgery. Transfer rumors. More foot surgery. More rumors.
He was staying at Duke. That was what you always got from Paul. Sure he would get more playing time somewhere else, and sometimes, you thought you saw in the father's frustrated eyes that he wished the rumors were true. But the kid had bucked conventional thinking becoming a Blue Devil in the first place, and maybe the only thing worse than retreating with your tail between your legs is when that tail is a lot longer than that of your parents and peers.