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Neither rain nor sleet nor snow: UNC dream game

Tonight, I will be making the trek from my home in Raleigh, NC, through the Piedmont, around Pilot Mountain, across the Appalachians, through the Valley of No Return (aka Huntington, WV), to finally be greeted by the majestic, fiery towers of Ashland as I arrive in our beloved Commonwealth.

The UNC is the only home game I will be able to attend this year. And I think when we look back on it, it will mark a turning point. It will be the game where we fired on all cylinders for the first time. It will be the game that our offense and defense aligned in perfect harmony. Where every Terry Rozier made jumpshot is followed by a Chris Jones steal and layup during the ensuing press. Where every missed shot by everyone else magically presents itself as an unintentional alley-oop to a permanently flying Montrezl Harrell, who ends the game with a program record 15 dunks, becoming the first player to ever score 30 points without dribbling the ball once. Where the waffle-y smells of Freedom Hall come rushing back into my nostrils, and dream-whispers of a Kuric-esque game from Wayne flitter about. Where I run into the ghost of Don Russell at the concession stand as he out-orders me yet again from beyond the grave.

I love Louisville basketball, and I love my hometown. And I can think of no better way to spend a Friday night and Sunday morning than driving the ever-living #%$! out of my car to watch our Cards beat the ever-living #@%! out of the Tar Heels. To dream is to live. Go Cards