Bleeding Carolina Blue is an interesting phenomenon.
Every game, more than 20,000 “coaches” get tickets to the Dean E. Smith Center, but only four are getting paid to show up.
But when the Tar Heels aren’t clicking on all cylinders, and I mean humming like a well-oiled machine, it’s the former that seem to have all the answers.
It’s too bad the real coaches can’t figure that out.
During halftime of North Carolina’s 78-64 defeat of Virginia Tech on Jan. 10, the men’s bathroom in particular was teeming with inside information.
My visit there made it difficult to discern whether the Tar Heels were down by four or if Roy Williams had just sold all his ties to the devil.
“I don’t understand why you’ve got all those scholarship players on the bench,” one man asked the wall, as if it were Williams.
When it didn’t answer, I suppose he thought I was one of its assistants.
“Do you understand it?” he asked me, reiterating his bewildered regard for the rotations used to that point.