So, for the first time since middle school, I’m not rabidly following the Tar Heels’ every move this basketball season. Now that we’ve won the national championship, am I just resting on those laurels and hanging up my obsessive fan hat? I feel like I should have to do some sort of penance for this behavior.
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Kristen Marie, I decided to drop into your blog (something I haven’t done for years). Your kids are adorable!!
I am having an off year as a Tar Heel basketball fan, as well.
Maybe it’s because you recognize the superiority of a certain other school down the road. . . Resistance is futile.
Ahem. Just kidding.
You should knit the whole team booties.
i’m disappointed, to say the least.
Kristin Michelle,
Welcome! I think they are adorable myself :o) Who would have thought…
PariSarah,
Anathema! Down with dook! Krzyzewski is the devil incarnate! ;o) I feel more like a Tar Heel already…
Sarah,
Booties for basketball players… YIKES! I would not want to knit size 14 booties on #3 needles…
Reba,
I posted this public confession in hopes that you would shame me into turning away from my lazy ways and returning to true fandom.
turn or burn, baby!! we’ve got a lot to be excited about this season. and, if you stick with us this year, then it makes the really good years even sweeter!
I think that deserves 15 Our Father Roys… ;)
I can’t scold you as you deserve, Kristen, because I too have not been as supportive this season. BUT I think honestly it has to do more with not having full cable – we’ve only had like two games broadcast where we can see them this year. I did personally get to attend the Miami game – Though it was painful, I was very impressed by the fans who kept rallying for them after each painful, embarassing mistake.
Oh, Kristen, you’re not alone. I’m ashamed to admit my failure as a fan. The level of guilt is right up there with not calling my grandma enough.