You loathed the second of coach Mike Krzyzewski's title-winning teams for the same reasons you hate boy bands: their nauseating omnipresence, thanks to a Blue Devils-centric, Dick Vitale-fueled TV schedule; an ensemble of well-coiffed prepsters who looked better suited for the cast of School Ties; and an aggravating, undeniable level of talent that justified their cocksure attitudes. Star forward Christian Laettner epitomized that rock-star mentality. He was the ultratalented leader (witness his perfection in the Regional final against Kentucky) and the bad boy (who could forget the stomp he delivered to Aminu Timberlake's chest?) of the group. This Duke team was not built to be loved. It was built to win, quashing the storybook runs of Kentucky's "Unforgettables" and Michigan's "Fab Five" in the process. This was when Duke basketball emerged as a polarizing brand -- a bastion of annual excellence that, simultaneously, became the target of effortless disdain. -- Chris Mahr