There Will Be A Carolina Victory
I really can’t say that I’ve spent my life being a Carolina fan, nor can I claim to be the most knowlegeable Carolina fan here. And yet, every time I experience Carolina basketball, I am struck by how meaningful it is to be a Tarheel.
Every time I step into the Dean Dome, an overwhelming sense of awe strikes me. The court gleams, the crowd thunders, and overhead the numerous banners, displaying our rich and glorious history, loom over our opponents. I don’t even know how to express the incredible unity and glory that every attendee feels when we scream, cheer, and sing Hark the Sound, but perhaps this little anecdote will give you a taste of it.
It may not have been a particularly significant moment in the game; I don’t know. I can’t find it on any of the highlights I looked at. All I know is that in the first half, Marcus Paige broke through right to the three point line. He was all alone, and in that instant I saw a shadow of uncertainty pass over his face. And yet, in that instant, the support for that boy suddenly became so real, so palpable. We all believed in him, we all knew he could make it, and we were all begging him just to give it his best shot.
And in that moment I saw a boy turn into a man as he pulled up and made a perfect basket. A thunderous roar erupted, screaming in pride for him. That, my friends, is what Carolina basketball is all about.