I'm going to approximate what I said long ago about this.
Carolina is like your rascally cousin in a country song, who stole your woman, ran over your dog, wrecked your truck, put your house up as collateral on his gambling debt, and ate your last box of honey nut. You hate his guts like hell, but he's still family. When his momma [Dean Smith] dies,* you'll pay your respects at the funeral.
Maryland is like a random thug in a dark alley who just jumped you and started wailing on you once in a while back in 2000. You have no idea who he is, you wish he'd just go away. It's not personal, just tiresome. They could beat us 30 out of the next 40. I'd be irritated, but still want to beat Carolina more even if they had beaten us 30 out of 40.
* -- Mssr Smith was not ill when I made this analogy originally. All due respect.
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