Monday, April 7, 2008

North Carolina Fans In State of Shock

Apparently, North Carolina fans have been in a state of shock since Kansas hammered the Tar Heels Saturday night in the Final Four Semifinals 84-66.

Scott Fowler dishes out a dose of Tar Heel fan drama, courtesy of the Charlotte Observer:

"The utter shock value of what Kansas did to North Carolina in the first half cannot be overstated. This was "The Sixth Sense" of surprise beginnings. Kansas led 40-12 -- 40-12!! -- after 15 minutes. Roy Williams looked ashen, like a ghost trapped in a nightmare dreamed up by an avid Jayhawks fan."

Fowler continues with his drama queen act:

"How many TVs were smashed throughout the Carolinas during that Kansas layup parade?

Here's how bad it was in San Antonio -- Tar Heels fans started cheering, loudly but sheepishly, when the Tar Heels had cut the Kansas margin to 21.

I never thought I'd see the day a Williams team could look so unprepared and so skittish at the beginning of a big game.

But this was it."


roy>jesus said...

I know I haven't been on here for a few days. And I'm sure that some of y'all probably think I've been hiding. But the reason I haven't been on here is because I'm despondent.

I was at the Carolina Brewery for the game on Saturday, but as soon as Kansas ran over the Heels in the first 10 minutes, the party was over. I ended up leaving the bar at halftime because my mood plummeted from festive to severely depressed.

So I went home and spent the rest of the night drowning my sorrows in Boone's Farm and Wild Turkey.

I didn't get out of bed yesterday. And I skipped out on work today so that I could stay home and keep drinking my sorrows away.

The only reason that I'm typing this is because I had to stop drinking after I ran out of Wild Turkey (and I had to get up to take a leak).

It's been two days since my world collapsed, but I still don't have the strength to face the world. I guess I can't just stay intoxicated and curled up in the fetal position forever.

Eventually, I'll have to get back to work and back to my life. But I'm just not ready yet.

I'm still shaking and quaking from Saturday night.

And to add insult to injury, Kansas was not classy at all in victory Saturday night. They just kept slapping and pushing the Heels around. Tyler got mugged and manhandled all night. And the refs allowed Kansas' little thug, Sherron Collins, to use his underhanded, dirty ghetto tricks to trip up Ty Lawson.

Oh, the pain. Oh, the humiliation.

I need to get some more booze.

And some more Advil.

UNC: NCAA Men's Basketball National Champions 1957, 1982, 1993, 2005

Go Heels!

Butler Bob said...

Them sinnin wacky tobaccy programs be fallin off them mountain. Uh huh. Uh huh.

Butler Bob said...

Booooooooo Diggggggettty

We been to them Northen Wisconsin woods and be back. First I be leavin Buster by Stus. We dont be needin them doggy doosies in them romantic sweet. Then I be fillin them Nova with them sawdust and fuel.

First I be goin to them Baypark mall information. I be wonderin where I be yoddlin for them frackygirls. The lady be sayin she be goin to them Chicago to be visitin them Lean Qwizene eatin folk. I be lookin for them chicken shack.

Then I be takin Ethel to show some romantic yoddlin. We be at them railroad musee um and Ethel be feelin a bit gassy from them burbin chicken. we be findin them china buffet. ethel be used to them bros chicken shack back home. We be meetin Kimmy at them China Buffet. She be diggin for them arkelogical thing in them ground. She aint been findin to many things. She found them danimal up there. I be tellin her to visit. I be thinkin she be findin some interesting things where we be livin. Buster be hidin things in them backyard. One time Buster be leavin my jacks in them backyeard. then kimmy be findin tons of stuff in them ground.

Butler Bob be givin many a man romantic tips over them jacks games. I be takin Ethel to them wallys spot supper club. I be lovin them mash potatoes. Mmmmmmmm Mmmmmmmmm Mmmmmmmmmm
I be wearin that old lilac tuxcedo. then I be on them disco dancin floor.

Booooooooooooo Digggggggellldee dee

Ethel and me be livin them disco dancin days. I be doin them disco slide and them folk be clappin. I be twirlin Ethel and she be landin on them deer head on them wall. Ethel be needin them stitchin. I be usin them last bits of them sawdust for them engine. Kimmy be comin and be takin us to them perkins. Mmmmmmmmm Mmmmmmmmmm Mmmmmmmmmmm.

Them Nova no be startin in them am. I aint be findin no lumber mill, so we been takin them Greyhound Bus back. Them man from them counter I be recognizin. He be at them Jacks tournament in Muskegon awhile back. I be invitin him for some of Bertha Jennys Peacon Pie when he be in them crossroads.

I be wantin to be goin to San Antonio to be seein Kassie from them church chattin site. Shelley Smith be down there doin them reporting. We be goin to them final four next year. Uh huh. Uh huh. Butler. 2009. We be cuttin down them nets !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anonymous said...

Karma's a bitch isn't it Roy > Jesus. Drink some more Boone's farm and change your name before a tree falls on you.

the church dad said...

The commenter who proclaims Roy to be > than Jesus should be shunned and admonished until he changes his ways and repents.

He's delusional and he's a drunk.

He needs to find salvation.

But Butler Bob is worse.

He had to take Ethel on a romantic getaway up in the North woods and Green Bay in order to convince her to take him back.

But as soon as he saved his marriage, he went back to schemin' a way to get in Kassie's and Shelley Smith's pants.

Roy < Jesus may a blasphemer and a drunkard, but Butler Bob commits adultery in his heart.

And, judging by his mangling of the English language, Butler Bob speaks in tongues.

The administrators of Drive and Dish need to do a better job of monitoring the comments section of this website.

Butler Bob said...

To Mr. Dad:
Sonny Boy,
Be you a false prophet. You aint be knowin much about churchin and be twistin ur words. Uh huh. Uh huh. Them Bible be explainin about them false prophets and them bringers of sin. You be that. Uh huh. Uh huh. You false prophets be criticizin them leaders and church goin folks. You be postin them picture of them car toon folk. Them car toon be rattlin the minds of them kids. You aint knowin much about them Bible when you be criticizin the way Butler Bob and my Bulldog be lookin. You be one of them silicon indoose folk be messin with lords work.

I be thinkin you be bitter from them Jacks tournament loss. You be goin after Butler Bob and Buster my doggy. Buster be a creature of God.

Roy you be less than Jesus. Uh huh. you be at the same level as them church dad. aint nobody better than jesus. you be sinnin and needin to lay off them alcohal.

Both of you fools be needin to find them steep el. Go now. Start lookin inward. Start followin a program like Butler who be playin ball and not be sinnin. them players be real students who be churchin and playin defense.

Anonymous said...

Some of these comments have got to be a joke. If they're not, then holy shit!

Butler Bob said...

anonymous: you aint be needin to use them potty mouth. you be needin to walk down to them vilage center of yours and be needin to look up for them steep el.

jaydee said...

Seriously, are you people are retarded? Just in case you're wondering, I'm talking to you Roy>Jesus and Butler Bob.