Dean Smith was always unattainable.
You didn’t really aspire to be Dean Smith. He was too good at too many things. He enacted social change and he remembered names and, oh yeah, he could also coach a little basketball. None of us could do that. We couldn’t be a Dean. We just couldn’t.
But Roy Williams…we could do that, couldn’t we? He’s told us from the day he came back to Carolina in 2003, “Ol’ Roy ain’t that good.” And most of us believed him.
We could be a Roy, couldn’t we? We could let a “dadgum” (or maybe worse, on rare occasions) slip every now and then or we could toss a jacket.