Tar Heel Girl

I must confess. I don't know how a bracket works, the process of how a team gets into the Final Four, or which players are supposed to be the best this year. But the one thing I do know is that my alma-mater, UNC-Chapel Hill, is in the Final Four and going to the Championship game.

While going to UNC I didn't care much about the stats of the games, or how it all worked, but what I loved was the passion. I loved to go to games and see a sea of Carolina blue and white jumping to the same beat; to hear one side of the Dean Dome chanting "Tar" and the other side yelling back "Heels"; to put my arms around fellow random fans like they were my family while we sang our school anthem at the end of every game.

And even after graduating, the feeling of unity lives on. When I looked on Facebook during the semi-final game, every UNC person I knew had written on their status' slogans like "Go Heels", "U-N-C", or "We love Roy's Boys!". Even though I live in a different continent now, I felt so connected to them in spirit as I put up my own status to show my Tar Heel love.

I love the underlying connection I feel with all Tar Heels-- like we are all part of a secret club and the password to get in is "Boo Duke". Just one way I'm reminded of how fun it is to be part of something bigger than myself.

I'm a Tar Heel born, I'm a Tar Heel bred.
And when I die, I'm a Tar Heel dead.
So it's rah-rah, Car'lina-'lina!
Rah-rah, Car'lina-'lina!
Rah-rah, Car'lina-Rah, rah, rah!