Last year on February 12th (my 21st birthday), my Carolina Tar Heels were scheduled to play the Dook Blue Devils in the Dean E. Smith Center in Chapel Hill. The game was cancelled because it snowed and because Coach K was scared to travel 8 miles in the weather/ they chickened out. Cry me a river, they could’ve made it.
I’ll be honest, the roads were basically out of commission because whenever it snows any amount in North Carolina, we all freak out. We Southerners panic, we all frantically rush to the grocery store to stock up on food and people begin driving erratically. Below is an actual picture of the chaos that ensued last year.
Regardless of if the roads were hectic at some point or another, the weather forecast warned us about inclement weather that Wednesday, so the snow wasn’t a surprise to anyone– including Coach K, but I digress. When the game was rescheduled for February 20th, the boys in Carolina blue did not disappoint and won the game 74-66.
The night we stormed Franklin Street after the victory, and that night is probably the best night of my whole life. Maybe that’s an exaggeration, but that night was incredible. The energy in the Dean Dome was electric, the run to Franklin Street was long but so worth it, the celebrations on Franklin were fueled by pure bliss and my adrenaline rush didn’t run out until close to 4 in the morning.
I’m more than a little bit enthusiastic about my school and this is the most evident when we play that school in the wrong shade of blue 8 miles down the road. I’m guilty of being aggressive towards Dook fans (mostly because approximately 5% of them have ever stepped foot on Dook’s campus) and I’m guilty of being sassy if we lose. I have an explanation though.
Both of my parents went to Carolina and I’ve been born and bred a Carolina girl. I legitimately did not know there were other colleges other than UNC and Dook until 2005 when we were in the playoffs playing– you guessed it– other colleges. I had turned 9 right before the playoffs, so I was still young.
My entire educational career revolved around getting good enough grades so that I could get into Carolina; I needed to be involved in extracurricular activities so that I was well-rounded like Carolina wanted us to be; I had to write the perfect essays so that Carolina would want me. When I finally got into my dream school, I was ecstatic. I had already had a love for Carolina before applying there but now I could love Carolina as a student (exactly why the opinions of Dook fans, not students, don’t matter to me).
My love for Carolina basketball is genetic: my dad will not leave the house if UNC is playing a basketball game. He refuses. My mom loves Carolina just as much as I do but she isn’t as vocal about her dislike for Dook as I am.
And even though I can’t stand Dookies and their cry baby basketball players, I respect them. They’re a worthy competitor for us, in both academics and athletics. Dook is our rival (sorry other schools in North Carolina, we don’t say your name at the end our alma matter telling you to go to Hell).
I’ll be preparing myself for the greatest rivalry in all of sports by re-reading the Anti-Duke Manifesto and reading every article chronicling why the world hates Dook. Fingers crossed Roy’s Boys can beat those Blue Devils tonight in Cameron Indoor at 9 (up until a few hours ago I thought it was at 7:30… embarrassing). Either way, it’s a GDTBATH (good day to be Tar Heel for those of you that are unfamiliar with that acronym).
I’m a Tar Heel born
I’m a Tar Heel bred
And when I die
I’m a Tar Heel dead.
So it’s Rah, Rah, Car’lina-lina
Rah, Rah, Car’lina-lina
Rah, Rah, Car’lina-lina
GO TO HELL, DUKE!