The season is underway, and I've been contemplating this blog for a while. Some of the greatest memories of my childhood involve Carolina basketball games with my father. Of everything I experienced in college, one of the memories that stands out the most is walking through the players' tunnel during the Carolina/Duke game. When shopping for our first home, my wife wanted many things. All I wanted was a room I could decorate with Tarheel gear -- my man room (more on that later).
To put it as succinctly as I know how, I love Carolina basketball -- despite my propensity to yell at the television with disapproval when Dickie V drones on and on about Dook, when I feel the Heels get a rotten call or, as sometimes happens even in Blue Heaven, when the boys aren't playing up to par.
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