If you know Rebecca (or read my The Golfer’s Perfect Wife blog) you know she’s the most un-athletic person in the world. I’m not convinced Rebecca even knows the names of sports because she only ever refers to golf as “little white ball”, football as “pointy ball” and my favorite, “fuzzy ball” (tennis).
So you can imagine my surprise when shortly into our relationship she said “Carolina is playing tonight, let’s watch the game”. What? As it turns out, even the most un-athletic person in the world loves her alma mater so much she’ll watch “big orange ball.”
And so began my Tar Heel love affair, which brings me to golf. One doesn’t think of basketball as being a gentlemen’s game, but if it were, the Tar Heels would be why. Okay, I admit it, I’m very biased. But head coach Roy Williams is one of the classiest coaches there is. He seems to genuinely want to win more for his players than himself. Second, the Tar Heel players, even the biggest stars, play unselfishly. In the semi-final game, Marcus Paige, who is usually one of our biggest scorers, was guarded so well he couldn’t get off a shot. Did he force bad shots like a ball hog? No, he passed to open players and let them score the points.
So I think Tar Heel basketball resembles golf: class, a gentlemen’s (or gentlewoman’s) game and sportsmanship. I couldn’t be more proud to call myself a heel, er, eh, I mean Tar Heel.
PS. I wrote this before last night’s devastating loss, I send it with a tear in my eye.