Becoming a Tar Heel
When we came back to win (101-87, no less!), I could barely stand it. Singing the alma mater (with the tag, “Go to hell, Duke!” taking on special relevance) as we jogged to Franklin Street, I felt more a part of a community than I ever had. And when we sang, “and when I die, I’m a Tar Heel dead,” I believed that. As a native New Yorker, I’ve never been sentimental. Carolina changed me in that way. Maybe it’s O.K. to be a little corny — and to love a place with your whole heart. (
New York Times)
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