Let the indoctrination begin!
As I’ve said before, I don’t expect people who went to other schools to understand the whole ethic of being a rabid Carolina fan – in fact, when I was a know-it-all eighth grader, I looked upon, say, your average Alabama football fan as one of the most eye-rollingly pathetic creatures in America. Hell, I still look at other schools, like Mississippi State with their cowbells and shit and wonder what the hell is wrong with those people.
But we all have our irrational religions, and this is mine. And now Lucy’s. And sort of Tessa’s, although I should note that this football game against Dook was not just Lucy’s first game, but Tessa’s as well. She was too busy having parties with the Cellar Door clique on N. Graham Street to ever come to Kenan Stadium, but better late than never, eh?
Saturday was something of a astronomic event in the celestial skies of UNC: a football and basketball game on the same day. Both played against teams we should have walloped, but instead, won both in the last seconds. It was definitely exciting, so my girls got their money’s worth, but the crowd noise was just too much for Lucy at times. Once, when a Dook player gave our quarterback a late hit and the stadium freaked out, she started bawling like a newborn.
Is it bad parenting to admit that I think it’s unbelievably cute when she really wails?
Anyway, after Ol’ Ironsides went to bed, a bunch of us went to the Dean Dome to catch Gardner-Webb (a school located in Boiling Springs, NC I’m told) and thanks to the true-blue brotherhood of excellent dudes, Chuck and Craighill got us unbelievably great seats. There is nothing like the squeak of the shoe and actually hearing the ball bounce.
Chapel Hill and Durham are currently at the bend of their shoulder season: these are the days when the weather creaks into miserable, with short respites of gorgeous. Being here with Lee and Suzanne has been a breath-catching, soul-sating weekend that we intend to stretch out a little longer (because Tessa’s a little sick, and as you can see above, I need a haircut like the deserts need the rain).
On Tuesday we head to Boston, where it is snowing. We don’t even have jackets. Someone please provide hints on blood thickening, because everyone’s toes are still on Venice Standard Time.