Tar Heels, basketball and shortbread.
March 9, 2011 § 5 Comments
I don’t know if you have ever experienced American college basketball, but that stuff is intense. I’m not talking about the game itself, although that can be nail-biting at times, but the loyalty of the fans goes beyond anything I have ever seen, and I was living with five Englishmen during the latest Ashes series in Australia…
Around these parts worship falls at the feet of the Tar Heels, from the University of North Carolina, and it’s not unusual to see people walking around in team paraphernalia on any given day. Come to think of it, even before I moved to NC I owned a Tar Heels T shirt and repeatedly stole NB’s Carolina hoodie. It’s just the way things are done.
Last Saturday I was thrown into the chaos when the Tar Heels played Duke in the final of the regular season at Chapel Hill and came out victorious 81-67. We had planned to watch the game at a local sports bar but NB and I were running a tiny bit late because we were sidetracked at this super dooper delicious Vietnamese restaurant called Lang Van. PS go there! So when we arrived at the ‘arena’ it was like entering a storm of pale blue and I quickly grabbed the back of NB’s shirt in fear that I would be lost in the swell. There were tables and tables and tables seating Tar Heels fans, drinking from cups big enough to hold three beers and eating wings. People were singing and clapping and ‘ohhhing’ and ‘ahhhing’ and one guy behind me even started crying. My friends, I had found America in all its sporting glory.
Shortly after the victory NB and I made our way out and back into the calm of the night, sharing a sympathetic glance with the woman who’s shoulder the crying man had now occupied.
The next morning we wake to find a pale blue package sitting on our doorstep! Huzzah! NB’s J2B had baked us shortbread biscuits in the shape of the Tar Heels footprint logo. It seems that my celebration feast was just about to begin!