Sometimes, these bucket list items overlap. There isn’t a happier overlap on my list than #29: Get tickets as a senior to the UNC-Duke game and #62: Rush Franklin after beating Dook — and run all the way there from the Dean Dome.
I’m a senior and in my four years here, I’ve never rushed Franklin St. My freshman year we beat Duke at home, but it was over spring break, so I was not in Chapel Hill. I don’t even want to talk about sophomore year (if I never hear the name Austin Rivers again it’s too soon) and we lost to them again my junior year. Suffice it to say that I was pretty pumped for my senior Dook game, especially considering that I was basically guaranteed tickets through senior status.
On February 8th, I wrote a blog post about why I hate Duke. I created this beautiful Facebook cover photo featuring a crying Duke fan (I’d cry too if I were indoctrinated with devil-worship from such a young age), Danny Green’s famous dunk and my personal favorite, a despondent Austin Rivers crying on his knees.
I printed my ticket, put on my Carolina blue game shirt and was ready to head out the door when we got word: Duke wasn’t coming. After snow being forecasted for days and extensive planning ahead by UNC and the ACC officials, Duke decided that they weren’t going to plan ahead enough to leave earlier than their previously scheduled departure time of 6 p.m. for a game that was supposed to tip at 9 p.m.
I’ve seen a lot of Duke hate in my days at Carolina, but never as much as the hate that followed Duke’s postponement of our game (they say the ACC postponed it but we all know who was responsible for that.) It was the most Duke thing ever, and while no one was really surprised that Duke acted in a douchey way, we were incredibly disappointed to have the game canceled when it could have been the dream: the Dean Dome packed from floor to ceiling with students as we played our archrivals.
That being said, when the time came for the rescheduled game, every Carolina student’s energy was through the roof. I stood in an incredibly long line that was just phase 3 ticketholders and we ordered pizza to the line while we waited. By the time we got in, there were only upper-level seats left but I was in the Dean Dome so I didn’t care.
The first half was long and stressful, and I kept screaming and clutching at the people next to me as I suffered heart attack after heart attack at the hands of Carolina-Duke basketball. But in the end as we started to pull away, I couldn’t believe it. The atmosphere in the Dean Dome was completely insane – the floor was literally shaking (not an exaggeration, the concrete vibrated under my feet from all the noise and jumping up and down) and the sound was so breathtaking that for a few moments I wondered if I’d lost my hearing. We were ahead but it was so close. At any second, Duke could have made a couple three-pointers and knocked us off, and as someone who vowed to never take a lead for granted after the Austin Rivers debacle, I couldn’t believe that we were going to win until the time ran down and the clock stood at 00:00.
I don’t cry very often, but I actually teared up as I hugged my friends and screamed about how we’d just won, we’d beaten Duke. Ian Williams, the columnist who wrote the Daily Tar Heel’s “Why I Hate Duke” column was right when he said “to hate like this is to be happy forever.” I was so happy knowing that Jabari Parker, Rodney Hood, Coach K and that perennial Plumlee brother would be sitting in the locker room with their heads in their hands and that Roy and his boys were down on that court surrounded by jumping, screaming Tarheel fans.
I was too far up to join the mad rush onto the court that always follows a victory over Duke, but the sight of the court covered in Carolina blue was probably one of my favorite sights at UNC. After they played Jump Around and everyone jumped madly for endless rotations of the song, it was time for what I’d been looking forward to my whole UNC career: singing the alma mater after defeating Duke. And when we shouted “Go to hell, Duke!” everyone screamed it passionately because we had, in fact, just sent them to hell.
But then, finally, we ran down the stairs and out of the Dean Dome into the cold night air. Katie, Jamie, Marissa and I joined the masses streaming out of every exit and heading up Bowles Drive towards campus. You couldn’t actually run up the hill and across campus because there were so many people there, but once we passed SASB, we started sprinting uphill towards mid-campus. We met our friends at the Old Well and took a sip because where else would you grab a drink of water on campus during a sprint towards Franklin Street?
Franklin was absolutely packed with people, all cheering and all wearing Carolina blue. There were people standing on the telephone poles and street signs, leading chants and risking their lives simultaneously, and you could see the glow of at least one fire in the middle of the crowds.
I wish I had a better photo of the crowds on Franklin but I was way too excited to try to back up enough to get an all-encompassing shot. I fell asleep that night with a huge smile on my face, and if waking up the morning after losing to Duke feels like the morning after a breakup, waking up after beating Duke feels like remembering you just won the lottery.
Old Well Ranking: (10 out of 10)
Recommendations:
- Being in the Dean Dome when we beat Duke and rushing Franklin afterward was possibly the best experience of my college career. I waited for four years to be able to sprint uphill to Franklin Street from the Dean Dome, and it was worth it.