Before you get the wrong idea, let me just say I'm proud to be a Georgia Bulldog and do not for one minute regret having gone to school there. However, back in the salad days of summer 1994, when I was going all over the country looking at schools to apply to, North Carolina was the one at the top of my list. (That was before I was informed that out-of-state students stand a better chance of winning the lottery while getting hit by lightning than getting into Chapel Hill.) I got the thin "We have put you on our waiting list, try back in two years at which time we'll probably tell you the same thing" envelope from the Tarheels and have declared them my nemesis ever since. Well, one of my nemeses. Why have just one?
But anyway, we all did the NCAA bracket pool thing at work, and when I was done filling the thing out who did I have in the championship box but North Carolina. Figuring my picks all stunk anyway and it wouldn't matter in the end, I said "whatever" and turned it in. But now, thanks to better-than-expected runs by Utah and Louisville, I'm sitting at the top of the leaderboard, one point ahead of second place with only the Final Four left to go. And now I'm in the unenviable position of having to root for those f$#!ing Tarheels to go all the way.
Oh, well. I keep repeating to myself, Think of the money, think of the money, think of the money . . . even though it will ruin my chances of ever realizing my dream of becoming the head football coach at the University of Washington, I gotsta get paid, yo. So go Tarheels, and let us never speak of this again.