After Duke’s recent heart stopping win against Virginia Tech, I began to ponder if my relationship is doomed. In fact, I am in awe that we have managed to make it this far, considering he is a fanatical, irrational cryolina tarhole fan. I’m an equally fanatical Duke fan myself, although I am completely rational–which goes without saying, of course.

As a long time avid (read: obsessed) fan of Duke residing in good ol’ North Carolina, I am used to the constant harrassment from the crazed, cult like tarhole fans that are in abundance everywhere in this state. I never imagined having to deal with it in a relationship, specifically because I never imagined that I would or even could end up with one of these nuts.

That’s where this blog comes into play. Perhaps this will be a way for me to take out my frustrations, and being of no interest to anyone other than myself, I have the freedom to rant and rave about any little thing I choose. AAHHH, blessed release (and not on my Tarhole’s head.) This first entry isn’t a very interesting one, even to myself, but, alas, I am still a bit emtional and worn out from last night’s events (both the game and all the mature discussions between me and my Tarhole) to write much about it at the moment. This will definitely change soon enough as I am sure I will have at the least five of those, er, mature discussions with my fiance, the Tarhole, per day for the rest of time…assuming we make it, that is.