I'm what you'd call a "fair weather fan." As a UNC alum, it's my sworn duty, as written in very tiny font between the lines of the Honor Code, that should Tar Heel basketball be going on, I must observe the basketball religion of facing Chapel Hill five times each day to pray and check the scores online.
See, I just don't care unless they're winning. If those boys get into the play-offs, I'm right there at work on casual Friday with my Carolina blue insignias on. If they suck, which happens often the year after an exemplary team decides to all enter the NBA draft at once, I just state the truth to those who gloat - I don't really care about basketball. Or any sport, for that matter. I was a frickin' band geek/cheerleader. I'm all for supporting the team and doing cartwheels and shit to make them feel all warm and fuzzy, but damned if I'm going to glue myself to the screen. I save that zeal for the first few episodes of American Idol each season.
So, our fair state has had a lot of attention for our professional sports clubs lately. The Panthers are doing pretty damn well for an 11-year old expansion team. The Hurricanes, well. I've been to exactly one Hurricanes game. I was so bored that I began people-watching to entertain myself. Regardless, they're one game away from either winning the Stanley Cup, or REALLY pissing off a lot of people who actually give a shit.
Am I going to watch the Hurricanes tonight in game seven? No. I'll be too busy watching reruns on Animal Planet. Better believe the first thing I do tomorrow morning is find out who won, though.
Posted by Tiffany at June 19, 2006 05:53 PM | TrackBackYeah, see, I was asleep. But you know that.
Posted by: Tiffany at June 20, 2006 07:42 AM