So much of what I know about life I learned from the Andy Griffith Show, but only from the black-and-while episodes before Barney had departed Mayberry for Raleigh and his corner room at the Y.
Anyone looking for moral guidance and common-sense advice could do much worse.
Recently I saw the one where the bad kid, Steve Quincy, shows up in town and turns Opie and all his buddies into young hooligans. Opie knew it was wrong to steal apples from Mr. Foley's store, and he knew it's even worse to throw those apples and knock out street lights. But Steve Quincy was bigger than Opie, and Opie, truth be known, was scared of him.
Since this blog began, I've tried to play the role of Steve Quincy. I want to stir something up. It's been way too quiet, too placid, too harmonious for my taste..
Want to fight? Then step across this line.
Really want to fight? Then knock this chip off my shoulder.
Really, really want to fight? Then step inside this circle.
I've been waiting for somebody like Opie to come along and be willing to do all that. I've drawn the line in the sand, I've placed the chip on my shoulder, I've traced out the circle.
I've awarded Tyler Hansbrough more points than David Thompson (even though Thompson was the better player).
I've made no allowances in my formula for players who were eligible for only three seasons, instead of the four available to any player since 1972-73.
I've even shown the temerity to leave one of the all-time great guys to play in the league, Walter "Sweet D" Davis out of my Hall of Fame entirely.
What do I have to do? Steal apples and break out street lights?
From the day I came up with the idea for The ACC Basketball Book of Fame, I was warned of all the grief I would catch from those who disagreed with my method of selection.
My response was always "I hope so.''
And here I am, a good six weeks after the publication of my book, still hoping.
Surely by now you've read something in the book that got your blood a'boiling. Surely by now you've got a bone to pick.
Surely by now you just have to give me the what-for about something.
That's what I'm here for. That's what the blog is here for.
Where are you?