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(04/02/15 4:52am)
The arc of a life rises, then slopes, then falls, because time is the curvature that ensures nothing is forever. And then there is the exception: the flat line that extends beyond sight, in perpetuity, faithful to its path and resolute in its straight purpose. Dean Smith is the line that flattens the arc.
(02/16/15 6:27am)
PITTSBURGH — What a week it had been: one of loss and bloodshed, of hearts kneaded into twisted rubble. It would end with more loss, this time the trivial kind, offering a gentle reminder that a game is no more than it says it is. But this one was imbued with more meaning, much more, than the average Saturday afternoon fare.
(02/14/15 10:42pm)
PITTSBURGH — A week that was so hard ended with such ease Saturday afternoon. It brought little solace to a shaken, and stirred, North Carolina basketball team. For the reprieve that it needed was handed, instead, to a team wearing unfriendly colors.
(02/09/15 6:43am)
It was a beautiful paradox: Dean Smith, an uncommon man, dispensing gestures so kind and so voluminous to the common men who adored him, who were lucky enough to feel the lasting warmth of an uncommon heart.
(02/03/15 6:29am)
The bells had gone off in Marcus Paige’s head. He couldn’t wish them away, thwack them with a rationalizing thought or two. He had to alert his North Carolina men’s basketball teammates.
(01/25/15 4:03am)
A late-January game against a middling conference opponent makes the smallest of imprints on space and time. For only the final numbers registered on the scoreboard, and the assigned “W” to the victor and the lonely “L” to the defeated, last as testaments to afternoons that don’t pass entrance exams into memory.
(01/20/15 5:41am)
There is little else that springs as much terror in the eyes of a college kid as the prospect of free time deprived. Hubert Davis knows this — knows it with so much certitude, that he wielded it with enough fright to jolt the freshman swingman on the North Carolina men’s basketball team out of a rebounding slumber.
(11/24/14 6:25am)
There was something to be felt after this, an umpteenth nail to the heart. But there’s only so much emotional capital in a field hockey locker room, only so much reason to understand a moment devoid of it.
(11/17/14 5:42am)
No. That couldn’t have been them. Parading at midfield, looking little the part of a perennial national title contender. Screaming and high-fiving and hugging like a club with little understanding of what it meant to be here, at Henry Stadium, in the NCAA quarterfinals, securing its seventh trip to the final four in the last eight years.
(11/14/14 4:02am)
This is a parable. Something about a basketball team finding its way. Or is it?
(10/26/14 12:21am)
CHARLOTTESVILLE, Va. — From the loudspeakers arose a song of chaos, Ozzy Osbourne’s “Crazy Train,” as if Scott Stadium’s music coordinator knew, by heart, the appropriate anthem for the North Carolina football team’s off-the-rails season.
(10/25/14 3:44am)
They took the field 53 weeks ago in Raleigh, not knowing where their season would go, whether it would crater, once more, on the road against an ACC foe, or achieve some earnest uplift.
(10/19/14 4:16pm)
A knowing silence took hold of Kenan Stadium. North Carolina’s football partisans saw, for the umpteenth time this season, their team surrender the big one. A 75-yard reverse catapulted Georgia Tech receiver DeAndre Smelter down the far sideline with 3:07 left in Saturday’s conference tilt. The Yellow Jackets wrested the lead from UNC, which had led by 11 early in the fourth quarter and now trailed by one.
(09/15/14 5:10am)
There is little point, Charlotte Craddock believes, to saying what’s already been said.
(09/01/14 4:19am)
Will she remember?
(08/26/14 8:14pm)
Here comes The Unlucky Kid, swallowing another mouthful of misfortune. Mack Hollins often takes the most out-of-the-way route to the football field, his dad thought it uncanny enough to attach “unlucky” to his middle son’s name. “When it came to getting lucky breaks,” Richard Hollins says, chuckling, “Mack always had to toe the rope.”
(08/15/14 1:12am)
Forgive Alex Kimball. She doesn’t understand. Nor should she, really. She’s a young North Carolina women’s soccer fan, her bedroom walls near Maple View Farm splashed with posters and logos and Carolina Blue. She wants to be Heather O’Reilly , a goal-scoring dynamo and future national team starter. Or Jessica Maxwell , a star center back who doubled as Kimball’s baby sitter and O’Reilly’s former teammate.
(04/07/14 7:48pm)
He wants to be “that guy.” Yes, the guy who, as a high school senior, worked at a strip joint called The Golden Banana. The guy who sees a group of freshman girls sitting at a dining hall and does pushups by their table. The guy who will strip down to a thong and sneakers in a crowded lecture hall, even if it costs him his place on North Carolina’s track team and sends him before the Honor Court.
(03/02/14 8:39pm)
Somewhere in the midst of North Carolina’s 64-60 win against Duke, somewhere in the midst of Sunday afternoon’s somersaulting regular-season finale at Carmichael Arena and in this women’s basketball season, four Tar Heels shed their titles.
(02/23/14 9:46pm)
When wrestling becomes too arduous, when the consequences of the present moment appear too grave, John Michael Staudenmayer tries to remember to forget.