TO THE EDITOR:
I love our good ol’ Tar Heel boys more than ever.
In light of Wednesday’s game, I must admit that I experienced mixed emotions. While awaiting the P2P immediately after its end, I was excited to hear fellow Tar Heels discussing how we played a good game. How we, together in our own territory, will out-spirit the Cameron Crazies in a few weeks. This is the Carolina spirit I love. Nevertheless, as the P2P filled up with restless Tar Heels, negativity and hatred seeped from the sea of Carolina blue.
I love an exciting game/rivalry as much as the next person, but I soaked all this in quietly as I was slowly disheartened by the cruel, unrelenting comments and even the discord amongst our own students that it caused.
The victory of winning is sweet, but the victory of accepting defeat humbly ought to be even sweeter. If we are to separate ourselves from the Dookies, to establish that we are, indeed, more dignified than they, then we must actually do that. Last night I believe I heard the words “f—-” and “Dook” more than I have ever heard them. A column in Wednesday’s DTH cited how we Tar Heels aren’t like the Devils who proudly proclaim “Go to hell, Carolina” just because. How are we any different?
I won’t say “keep it classy, Carolina,” but I dare you to prove that we are just as sweet and as good sports as those boys who played their hearts out.
Katie Hill
Sophomore
Elementary Education
