I have spent the night puttering around on my laptop trying really, really hard not to look at the Carolina/Duke game because it is simply more stress than even I, a mother, can deal with. There is now only a minute and 24 seconds left and I need a shot. Now there are 23 seconds left and I need several. PLEASE BEAT DUKE!!!! I”M BEGGING YOU!!! Te’ll em’ Roy. Tell em’ not to fug up! 17.4 seconds left. No time outs. JUST HOLD THE BALL! 1.1 SECONDS, WE DID IT!!! It’s times like this when I sort of wish I was still 21, an age where it is still socially respectable to react to your team winning by running drunk into the middle of the road to light shit on fire. I’ll be breaking out the Carolina shirts for the boys tomorrow. All the parents at school usually dress their kids in their team finnery the Monday after a win ( just to rub it in) so I’ll have to remember it’s Carolina blue all around then too. Ever since I became a mother I have turned into an even bigger dork than before in that when I watch Carolina win I get all misty thinking about how proud their moms must be. I can’t wait till the boys are big enough to watch the games with us. This post has no flow, but I don’t care. WE WON! and I’m pretty psyched!