somf4eva
03-23-2008, 02:41 PM
....I was in a wedding in High Point, NC. The couple in the wedding were recent Belmont grads. The young ladies garder was made with a UNC fabric. She and her seven siblings were raised by two UNC grads. Need I say more? I was in the Lion's Den.
When I arrived Thursday evening, the harassing started. At the bachlor party, I watched the groom's cell as text updates made me cringe. I could do nothing but participate in the festivities as my Dukies was busting their tales on national television. Finally, during the last two excruciating minutes, I was able to listen to my fiance(a Duke fan) over the phone as she gave me the play by play. When the game was over, I didn't know how to feel. I took the jabs that Duke almost lost to Belmont. I wondered in my head what the problem was. I cursed myself for not being able to watch the game. My comeback was "who won?"
After the close win, I was praying for a UNC upset, so I could say something. After seeing the score the following night, I thought to myself, "why do I never feel this confident about Duke. Why does Duke always make me feel like the could lose any game while UNC always looks invincible." I had no answers to the UNC fans in the town. The only thing I could do was wear my Duke hat everywhere I could go.
Then. Yesterday. The Wedding. The Game.
It started out great. Leaving for the game, Duke had a ten point lead. At halftime, as I was getting dressed, the lead was five. No worries. I actually wore a UNC colored polo to the church to honor the brides family (with a Duke hat to match).
The unthinkable happened. Duke started falling. And falling. I was crushed inside. Was something wrong? Were the text updates incorrect? No. Duke was about to have their season ended by....West Virginia. I kept my head igh amongst all the lions. I would not be beaten down. I would not be discouraged. Then they lost. I informed everyone that it was over. I felt dejected as I saw the smiles on their faces. I had nothing to say but, "It just wasnt the year. We'll get'em next year."
I could only wonder and expect the headlines. After the wedding, I had to listen to the wispers as the news traveled from person to person. I could say nothing to these people. They would not let me forget this. What a great day to be married. Duke has fallen...they thought.
I will not be discouraged by this.
I am a Duke fan.
Good luck to you DeMarcus.
I know that the boys will get their act together, they will work hard, they will expect the best, and achieve better.
I am a Duke fan and so proud of it.
When I arrived Thursday evening, the harassing started. At the bachlor party, I watched the groom's cell as text updates made me cringe. I could do nothing but participate in the festivities as my Dukies was busting their tales on national television. Finally, during the last two excruciating minutes, I was able to listen to my fiance(a Duke fan) over the phone as she gave me the play by play. When the game was over, I didn't know how to feel. I took the jabs that Duke almost lost to Belmont. I wondered in my head what the problem was. I cursed myself for not being able to watch the game. My comeback was "who won?"
After the close win, I was praying for a UNC upset, so I could say something. After seeing the score the following night, I thought to myself, "why do I never feel this confident about Duke. Why does Duke always make me feel like the could lose any game while UNC always looks invincible." I had no answers to the UNC fans in the town. The only thing I could do was wear my Duke hat everywhere I could go.
Then. Yesterday. The Wedding. The Game.
It started out great. Leaving for the game, Duke had a ten point lead. At halftime, as I was getting dressed, the lead was five. No worries. I actually wore a UNC colored polo to the church to honor the brides family (with a Duke hat to match).
The unthinkable happened. Duke started falling. And falling. I was crushed inside. Was something wrong? Were the text updates incorrect? No. Duke was about to have their season ended by....West Virginia. I kept my head igh amongst all the lions. I would not be beaten down. I would not be discouraged. Then they lost. I informed everyone that it was over. I felt dejected as I saw the smiles on their faces. I had nothing to say but, "It just wasnt the year. We'll get'em next year."
I could only wonder and expect the headlines. After the wedding, I had to listen to the wispers as the news traveled from person to person. I could say nothing to these people. They would not let me forget this. What a great day to be married. Duke has fallen...they thought.
I will not be discouraged by this.
I am a Duke fan.
Good luck to you DeMarcus.
I know that the boys will get their act together, they will work hard, they will expect the best, and achieve better.
I am a Duke fan and so proud of it.