I left out something in my previous post. Sometime later while I was perusing the TDD Hoops BBS (which is a great community for college basketball fans in general, although it’s a plus if you are a Duke fan) and minding my own business, still a bit high off of that game ending, I had to be disturbed.

ENTER: the Tarhole, with this stunning piece of news for lil’ ol’ me…apparently all Duke Blue Devil basketball players are…take a deep breath, this might be hard on those with weaker hearts…FAGGOTS!! Needless to say, I was in a state of shock, never hearing this before about my beloved Blue Devils, especially not from a cryolina fan–so it must be true considering the source, right? To prevent myself from bursting into tears at the news (hey, I am only a mere female after all) I responded with what has to be The Greatest Comeback of ALL TIME, more specifically, “It takes one to know one…na na na na na na!” I also stuck out my tongue for further effect. Genius, I know. I’m ashamed, but for some reason I just could not come up with anything in the way of a decent comeback at the time. Then again, perhaps dealing with a man who sometimes-not all the time, by any means-seems to revel in a five year old on the playground mentality just rubbed off on me a bit.

I do want to sincerely apologize to my Tarhole for the comment I made right after that. In retrospect it was a bit below the belt to say, “Well, I guess that explains ALOT!” That was just wrong, and when you get around to reading this I hope you believe me when I say I didn’t really mean to infer anything by that, it just came out because my first “comeback” was oh soooo weak.

To close, you gotta love someone who hates your team as much as you hate their team, but still not only fixes you pancakes but goes out in the middle of the night and comes home with Blue Blood: Inside the Most Storied Rivalry in College Hoops for your reading pleasure, and somehow you both still manage to kiss each other good night, tell one another you love them and really mean it before going to sleep. Nevermind that the whole thing is bound to just start over the next day when he gets home from work. Damnit…he’s such a tool, but I really do love him…in spite of all that.