My wife, the at home Cameron Crazy.

When we got married 35 years ago, I never would have guessed that my sweet, intelligent and calm wife was hiding a deep, dark secret. Inside, waiting to get out was a Cameron Crazy. Pat is every bit a lady, until the college basketball season begins. Actually not just any college basketball, all though she watches a lot, but Duke basketball. She has to have the game recorded if she is at work. She will not miss a televised game, no matter the occasion. March 8th is our grandson's seventh birthday, and since we will be working that day, we are celebrating this Saturday. Duke plays North Carolina on Saturday. The good news is that the game does not start until 8 o'clock. Thank God, other wise we would be planning the day around Duke. As soon as the last present is opened and the crumbs of cake are being swept up, Pat will be changing into her Duke shirt. The children will be sequestered into a near by room with the door shut, so they cannot hear Grammy, exhorting Duke to victory. To say that she gets whipped into a frenzy is an understatement. Example, a few years ago I made the mistake of pointing out that the referee's call against Duke was correct. The look that I received at that moment still sends waves of panic through me. All you men know the look, that wife's give us. As the game progresses, Pat will go through stages of elation and depression. She screams at the screen and somehow I just know the players and Coach K feel the disturbance in the force. Finally as the final whistle sounds she will slowly return to the loving and caring person we all know. A word of warning to the unknowing that wants to drop by and visit during basketball season, check the Duke schedule. Next year I think I will get a sign for the front yard, " Beware Cameron Crazy Lives Here, Proceed at Your Own Risk."