Blasphemous

As a North Carolinian I realized this past weekend that I'm also a blasphemous heathen when it comes our states favorite past time. 'round these parts betwixt the months of November and March the men's collegiate competition involving an orange bouncy round ball reigns supreme. Tarheels, i.e. all North Carolinians, not just the University of North Carolina Chapelhillanites, have named buildings, highways and chirrens after the great coaches of their sport.

North Carolinians, and even households, are divided when the warring factions take on each other. Duke, UNC Chapelhill, Wake Forest, etc... All the while I could givadamn less, thus the blasphemy. Nope I could care less for the perversion people now call men's basketball, on both the collegiate and professional level.

So when I happen across a men's basketball game on Tee Vee I happen to keep right on gong. Maybe I'll find a documentary about navel gazing, a Golden Girls Marathon (that Bea Arthur is one sexy beyatch) or perhaps a women's basketball game, they still remember the fundamentals of the game (even though the women in Basketball aren't nearly as hot or scantily clad as the women in Volleyball).