Hey, I'm not all about politics. Though I suddenly realize that I'm blogging about politics on a Saturday night, but, whatever. Anyway, I just got back from North Carolina's first basketball game of the season. Woo! Go Heels!
Now that I've gotten the school spirit out of my system, let me continue. It wasn't a basketball game as much as it was a "basketball game." It was one of the "exhibition games" where we play a creampuff school a quarter of million dollars to come to the DeanDome and receive a good, hearty thrashing. Masochistic schools are a must.
On the receiving end of tonight's thrashing: the UNC-Pembroke Braves, ladies and gentlemen! At first it looked like an upset was brewing. They jumped out to a big, big lead, and after four minutes of play they led 8-0. Then our guys remembered they actually had to go out there and play. After that, we outscored them 1,000,000-6.
I exaggerate, but only a little. The final score was 102-62. Which isn't too shabby for the Braves, considering Vegas had them as quadrillion point underdogs. Regarding our team: they looked pretty good. They can run up the floor with the basketball, throw it, and make it go through the little metal thing. Hey, I'm no judge of sports.
And we seemed OK even without our Great White Monster. I didn't even see Hansbrough, though I'm sure he was there in street clothes. Either that, or he was lurking in his cage, gnawing on a mannequin in a Greg Paulus jersey.
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