As I watched my beloved Tar Heels exit in the round of 32, I began to notice a rather harsh reality I often ignore this time of year.
It’s well documented that I’m a lover of basketball. The NCAA tournament provides a needed escape for me, a weekend of perfect sports drama that seems as if it were designed just for me.
I was a sophomore in high school. It was my lunch period and I was being tortured by the idea that the NCAA tournament had started without me. More importantly, my Tar Heels were playing and I was in school. Stuck.
I’ve been telling my wife I need to stay as far away from our house hunt as possible.
Mainly because I know how I act in those types of situations.
Sports referees are often the subjects of some pretty severe abuse. Whether it be verbal, or even sometimes physical, the guys in black and white stripes don’t have it easy.
I know. I’ve been there.
It’s a feeling I’ll never get tired of. That “North Carolina just beat Duke” feeling.
That same emotion has been felt more than 130 times before from generations of Carolina fans.
Last Thursday night, however, marked a special one in the Dean E. Smith Center.
317 Trade Street Greer, SC 29651
Phone: 1-864-877-2076
