I was a junior at Duke, and we were driving back from the double overtime victory over Virginia Tech at Greensboro when we tuned into the middle of the lottery on the radio. I recall hearing from about 150 until 365, and my birthday was not mentioned. Finally, they started again, and there I was: No. 31.
When my draft physical came around, I took the bus to Raleigh and stripped and shuffled from station to station with the rest of the crowd. At the BP station, I watched the medic take my blood pressure, and it was NORMAL. I was terrified! My heart rate shot up to 164, and they held me afterwards and took it three more times. It never dropped below 144. I was sent back to Duke to have my BP recorded periodically, and I managed to keep it above the 100 bpm threshold. I-Y for me! The next year, as I recall, Nixon imposed a freeze on inductions in the final quarter of the year, and my draft board reclassified me to I-A without another physical exam. I think they reached No. 120 that year, but since I was No. 31, was I-A, and was not drafted, I was thereafter exempt.