This is the last game in Chapel Hill I went to. Arguably the biggest regular season basketball memory that I have, outside of the tears I cried when we retired Randolph Childress' jersey.
I was in high school and had some little douchey Carolina fan pick a fight with me in front of my girlfriend at the time. Given I was surrounded by 20k rednecks and an ugly blue color, I took the high road and walked away.
At the end of the game, I went behind the wake bench to celebrate with the team and lo and behold. There was that douche Carolina fan with his mom. His mom pointed to me and the next thing I know that kid is walking up towards me extending his hand telling me great game and that he apologizes for how he acted at halftime.
It doesn't get too much better than a triple overtime win in Chapel Hill.
Let's get it done tonight Boys& girls.