Author Bio & Stories

  • February 8, 2012
    Krzyzewskiville

    Dinner—lobster tail, naturally—was served via buffet, and then we sat. As I approached my assigned table, I realized we were sitting with the Krzyzewski family. Everyone, including Coach K, briefly acknowledged me and tried to make small talk. I was hopeless. I couldn’t even state my major clearly. I ended up sitting through a mostly silent meal with the Krzyzewski family. I tried to interact with his in-laws a few times, but they had trouble hearing me because of the acoustics.