I don’t want to take off my Carolina Blue-colored glasses.
There’s going to come a day when I don’t wear Carolina Blue. It probably won’t be on purpose. It’ll most likely be an early morning when I’m running late, and it won’t cross my mind that I haven’t dressed myself in the head-to-toe regalia I’ve been wearing since Monday.
On Monday, April 3, 2017, the University of North Carolina won the National Championship in a 71-65 game against Gonzaga, and I have dressed as a UNC Student Stores mannequin ever since.
I dearly dread the morning I do not tie my light blue sneakers or tug on my Daily Tar Heel sweatshirt or top off my UNC coffee mug before I head out to class. How will anyone know it’s a #GDTBATH if I’m not swaddled in Carolina Blue, holding a DTH and playing “Raise Up” just loud enough that passersby can hear the dulcet tones of Petey Pablo’s magnum opus?
I want to get texts from friends searching for spare commemorative National Championship issues of the DTH for the next 10 years.
I want jokes about how the ceiling is the roof but the roof isn’t always a ceiling and a rectangle isn’t always a square (or something like that) to never disappear from my Twitter feed.
I want to read think pieces about how Petey Pablo is the Bruce Springsteen of North Carolina. And then followup think pieces about how Bruce Springsteen is the James Taylor of New Jersey.
Actually, I want to write those think pieces.
I was always tremendously jealous of Daily Tar Heel alumni who would visit the office, mention they graduated in 2009 or 2005 or 1993 and then pause, waiting for us to exclaim, “Oh, you graduated on a national championship year!”