Upset in the ACC
Syd and I attended a memorable Tar Heel win last night. No way Carolina was going to beat bigger, deeper, more experienced Maryland...until they did, decisively. The Greensboro Coliseum is a great place to watch basketball, so steeply tiered that even our nose-bleed seats were close enough for a good view. We moved down to some great seats vacated by tired UNC fans for the first half of the Duke-UVA game, after which Sydney informed me that she'd had enough. She fell asleep in the car on the 15-minute drive home. Today's semis feature the four North Carolina schools in the ACC -- known to themselves as the Big Four, which must endear them to the five non-NC schools. I'll be packing my ski clothes and watching TV this afternoon.
Listening to Woody
One benefit of living in North Carolina is that we get the local TV feed of ACC hoops for most games, including the tourney, and so are spared the vocal stylings of Dick Vitale, aka Dickie V, or as he is known on the UNC message boards, Dookie V. It's not completely fair to criticize Vitale for slobbering all over Duke and Coach K---he did the same obnoxious thing during Carolina's glory years, invariably referring to Dean Smith as "Michelangelo."
No, the worst problem with V is that he says nothing, repeatedly and loudly, game after game. All freshmen are "diaper dandies" -- is there a more disgusting image than an 18-year-old in diapers? -- and he'll say it five times a game. PTP, prime time player. Slam jam bam. The Cameron Crazies. He's bald and has one eye, we hear that every game, too. And the kids are all great kids, just let 'em play....
Instead, we get the more restrained JP/Raycom team...or, for those of us who are in a little too deep, we turn down the sound on the TV and just listen to Woody.
11:58:54 AM 
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