tarheels born & tarheels bred

oh how we love us some carolina basketball.  even during one of their worst seasons in recent memory, we are still diehard fans.  no, neither chris nor i attended UNC -- but all four of our parents did, and if it weren't for UNC, well, we wouldn't be here.  our allegiance only wavers when the heels play richmond or davidson, which, surprisingly, both happened this season.  and while we love our alma maters, i have to say that with current price tags of $55,000 and $40,000 per year (!) respectively, the in-state tuition at chapel hill is looking more and more appealing.  we figure we're indoctrinating our children young.

here are a few images from our time with the heels over the past few months.

in late december, coach roy williams puts on a clinic as a fundraiser for one of his charities.  kids get to hang out with the team and staff, doing Q&As with the athletes and getting autographs.  that's liam in the front, looking at roy whose arms are up in the air.  (i describe him that way in case you're having trouble finding the 63-year old gray-haired man amongst the crowd)

no paper?  no problem

how cool is that -- to be nine years old and shooting hoops in the dean dome?!

the news & observer did an excellent series on the JV program at UNC, the only one of its kind in the country.  liam was hooked, so i felt compelled to write a note of my appreciation

 the davidson game was a tough one -- what to wear? whom to pull for?  chris decked himself out in black and red, susanna & i stuck with carolina blue (mostly because we had nothing else), and liam was clearly a mann divided

she might not fully understand all the nuances of the game, but the girl sure can show some tarheel energy