It's Wednesday of the first of the two most important days of the year.
The day when The Carolina Tar Heels play the
Duke Dook Blue Devils.
The eternal battle of good v. evil, heaven v. hell, right v. wrong, plays out tonight on the hardwood floor in Durham.
And, because it will never grow old,
I offer to you two of the best articles ever written:
Any my favorite excerpt,
which does its best to explain
just what this rivalry means to all of us
that bleed our perfect shade of Carolina Blue,
and believe in our Southern Piece of Heaven:
"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."
It's a Great Day To Be A Tar Heel!
GO HEELS, GO AMERICA!