The class that saved Coach K saved me.

Flicking through the cable TV guide last night, I stopped at the ACC Network to see what was on. It said “ESPN Films presents The Class That Saved Coach K.” I remembered that was the special that tipped off the ACC’s new channel, so I pressed the play button.

What I got was almost 30 minutes of silly videotape about Krzyzewskiville on the Duke campus before home games. I have always thought that was the dumbest thing students could ever do, sleep in tents for a month or two at their $80,000 school. The footage was filled with nerdy, non-athletes, painting themselves up and waiting to get into the Carolina game that they all got into anyway.

But I soon learned the guide had it wrong and that was a filler before “The Class That Saved Coach K” came on. And I was riveted by the feature that followed, centered on a dinner with Mike Krzyzewski and the members of his first Duke teams. It was so well done, telling the stories in their own emotional words, I had to watch.

From seeing the then 33-year-old coach surprise the media when introduced, to the 1983 freshman class that went 11-17 and lost by 43 points to Virginia in their last game of the season, when most Dukies wanted Coach K gone, to the next three years of building a Final Four team. To hear them all describe it was mesmerizing.

The 1984 game at Cameron, when top-ranked Carolina eked it out and Coach K accused the ACC of having a double standard for Dean Smith and his Tar Heels, to those Blue Devils having their defining moment with the upset of UNC in the ACC tournament.

How that team with Mark Alarie, Jay Bilas, Johnny Dawkins and David Henderson — after adding Tommy Amaker the next year —  had gone from worst to first in the ACC, winning the 1986 regular season, ACC Tournament and almost bringing home a national championship against Louisville in Dallas.

All athletic teams have some moments and memories to cherish, but to review how Duke basketball was hatched made me realize all over again that is, surely, one of the greatest stories in all of sports.

Thirty-three years later, watching the peach-fuzzed faces on grainy film and hearing the 55-year-old men and the 72-year-old head coach describe how special it was, and still is, was captivating, even for a Carolina guy, who happened to find it on TV. Truly, an hour well spent.