When the final horn sounded and the confetti…eventually…fell on the North Carolina Men’s Basketball team, I was jumping up and down in my apartment with my wife excitedly shouting alongside me. I hopped on Twitter and posted (for superstition I couldn’t be on during the game) and texted my friends in delight. Especially after last year, this result was sweet. Still, something was missing.
We all have a story about where our love for Carolina comes from. Mine is like a lot of yours, I’m sure, in that it comes from my family. Mom was an unabashed lover of Carolina basketball.