Can You Hear That?

It's the World's Smallest Violin, playing a slow, mournful dirge for the "funk" of Chris Duhon. O, to be back in one's halcyon days at Durham, with a beaming Coach K, and a bevy of spoiled white sorority chicks, eager to loose their inhibitions and transgress against the stolid, bougie morality of their suburban upbringings. O wicked Larry Hughes! O wicked John Paxson! Is there not one (besides K.C.) who can understand the cri de couer of Du?