Why do I hate Dook?

Well, there is this article that sums it up nicely.

“Now I realize that school spirit is a pretty goofy thing to some people, but I’ll tell you something: I hate Duke with an infernal passion undying. I hate every leaf of every tree on that sickening campus. I hate every fake cherub Gothic piece of crap that litters the buildings like hemorrhoidal testaments to imagined superiority. When I see those Dookie boneheads shoe-polishing their faces navy blue on television, squandering their parents’ money with their fratty elitist bad sportsmanship antics and Saab stories, I want to puke all over Durham.” ~Ian Williams

That excerpt pretty much says it. And y’know what? The older I get, the more classy I may get about the rivalry, but the more I also detest that place with a passion. Oh yes.

The loss tonight was heartbreaking, shocking. It was also the most bizarre thing I’ve seen in a while, with our player accidentally tipping the ball into their net, and causing them to be within one 3-point-shot of the win. Stunning. I sat in silence for a solid 3 minutes afterward before remembering I had to be somewhere. I left finally, but not before changing into black to mourn for the game that was so close and so good and yet so terrible.

March third? Watch out.

Here come the Tar Heels.

3 thoughts on “Why do I hate Dook?”

  1. Y’know, I just don’t understand the passion some people have for sports and particular teams. I mean, I do, kinda. I just haven’t had a team I care about enough I guess. 😛


  2. Well… it’s kind of like being in a really big family. And the guys playing are YOUR guys, YOUR team. There’s a loyalty to them, even when they lose, because they are YOURS. You cheer with them, cry with them, and also cheer and cry with all of the other fans.

    But I think, too, a lot of college team loyalty comes because the college/university you attend is the first place where you are part of an “adult” community, independent and making decisions, on the way to being an Adult. You grow up with people and the campus/town/city become your home. You roam all over it and know what it looks like at 2am AND 2pm. You know its secrets… and when you graduate, there is a HUGE community of other people who have ALSO roamed the brick sidewalks (in my case) and sat in the bleachers and camped out overnight for football tickets or what-have-you. And these people all share a love (and the same time of their lives, even if decades apart) of this place where you each became an Adult. Cheering for the team is unifying. It also takes you back to that youth, that passion, and straight into that community.

    For what it’s worth, I also read that the Romans held events in the Coliseum (and the Greeks held their games before that) in large part because it acts as catharsis: if you cheer your heart out and get all the excitement and energy and even hatred for the other team out during a sporting event, then you’re not nearly as likely to fly off the handle at work/school/home. You’ve gotten it out of your system and it feels awfully good.


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