TO THE EDITOR:
Coming from Perth, Western Australia, we have our fair share of heated sporting rivalries.
The Ashes, Cricket’s oldest test match series, was recently won by Australia 5-0.
After being humiliated by the English the last two times and being the product of a penal colony under British rule, we have learned to channel that loathing of England into our intensely contested sporting encounters with them.
However, as a young UNC student coming all the way from the landdown under, no hype video, Dick Vitale Game Day monologue or ESPN special could detail what I walked into when arriving in God’s country, otherwise known as Chapel Hill.
The hatred, loathing and disdain for that school up the road from us can only be experienced in last second heartbreaks, full game blow-out wins, National Championship victories and rushes of Franklin Street.
The collective passion of alumni, boosters, current students and faculty culminates in a 40 minute game just twice a year — sometimes more if we are lucky — two 20 minute halves, 12 men rotations, five timeouts and two coaches that boils down to the greatest rivalry in all of college sports.
Coming to school in Chapel Hill was the greatest decision of my life, and whenever I return home to this small slice of paradise below the Mason-Dixon Line, I thank the Lord that I chose the greatest shade of blue that ever existed!
It’s forever a great day to be a Tar Heel and, as always, GO TO HELL DOOK!
