At 6:01 EST, as a bunch of South Carolinians were dancing on the floor at Littlejohn Coliseum, a whole bunch of commotion was made when thousands of Franklin Street revelers got refunds on their plane tickets for Minneapolis.
Yes, the Tar Heel bandwagon will slowly start to empty, and the sulking of the soon-to-be former occupants will all sound the same:
Matt Doherty is no longer our deity.
About 222 people want their votes for Julius Peppers back.
Joseph Forte sucks.
As the unofficial voice of reason at the University, I have one simple message to those of you who are now crying into your pillows because you think Duke is going to walk away with the ACC and NCAA titles:
Get a life. Please.
One, Sunday's game meant nothing. The college basketball regular season is as meaningless as the NBA's or the NHL's. Nothing happens until teams start getting eliminated. Nobody -- not even our friends in Thunder Bay, Ontario or Porcupine Plain, Saskatchewan -- gives a rat's ascot about hockey games in November because the Stanley Cup can't be won until June.
Likewise, the ad wizards at the NCAA copyrighted the phrase "March Madness" for a reason. A win or a loss on Feb. 18 does nothin' for nobody -- unless some god-awful, orange-wearing, feline-worshiping program finally wins a game worth remembering.