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.