For years the ACC unofficially billed itself as the best basketball league in the land, often relying on ancient history in lieu of actual results to inaccurately boast its place in the pecking order.
The reality, of course, is that the ACC is home to two of the most successful and iconic programs in the nation. For the past quarter-century -- with a few exceptions such as Maryland a decade ago -- everyone else has been like an ugly stepsister riding coattails to the ball. In other words, with little to no chance to dance.
The truly best basketball league in the land duked (pun intended) it out in New York every March, in a week-long slugfest that made the NCAA tournament look like a tea party.
The Big East, in all its blue-collar nastiness, may not always have offered the most aesthetically pleasing version of Mr. Naismith's game, but it was inarguably the deepest and toughest in the country.
So much for that.
The king is dead.
Long live the king.
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