Tag Archive: Carolina football


Dear Carolina Football

Dear all supporters, haters, coaches and players of Carolina football,

I refuse to give up hope.

Contrary to what Caulton Tudor claims, I am fully confident that we are capable of surprising the masses.

Yes, we are young. Yes, we are inexperienced. But we are talented. It’s simply a matter of showcasing that talent in the most optimum way. I know, I know; easier said than done.  We need to channel our talent.  Feel it.  Play like it.

We are better than the University of Virginia.  And better than Georgia Tech, for that matter. Based on the previous two games, we’ve lost the heart and soul of Carolina football.  Where did our underdog mentality go? Forget national and conference rankings. They are meaningless until bowl season. Instead, let’s play with that chip on our shoulder that keeps us humble.  Let’s find that swag again.

We are better than the174 total yards on offense we recorded against UVA.  Heather Dinich, ACC blogger for espn.com, recently posted this about offensive coordinator John Shoop:

North Carolina’s offensive coordinator has been under the microscope, as UNC’s offense has the worst scoring offense in the conference with 18.6 points per game, is No. 11 in total offense, and No. 10 in rushing offense.”

Obviously, we are struggling offensively. So, how relentless are we? Ryan Houston showcased his persistence, rushing 5.2 yards per carry versus Virginia. Our defense proved unyielding as they managed to give up only one touchdown when the Hoos were in scoring position.  Our resilience might be all we have left to combat our offensive woes.

We are better than a 3-2 record.  In a post-game press conference, coach Butch Davis mentioned the unexpected turnarounds the Baltimore Ravens displayed during their Super Bowl-winning season in 2000.  He said this year’s squad may need to resort to unconventional forms of winning.

“I admire that,” Davis said in his post-game media address. “Sometimes you just have to find a way to win ugly. Sometimes the shoe is on the other foot from a team perspective. There were times last year when we’d score 45 and 38 points and it was not enough. It’s a team game.”

Please, prove me right.  I can only fight in the pigskin corner for so long.  I’m sick and tired of die-hard Carolina fans viewing football season as a mere precursor to basketball season.  I hate hearing Tar Heels, young and old, counting down the days until Late Night with Roy Williams so they can get excited about winning again.  Let’s win now.  On the gridiron.

Best wishes,

A believer among non-believers

-Anna Feagan

Blue & White sports editor

Friday night lights

It may be a little heretical to say this—seeing as how Carolina’s football team is amazing this year—but these chilly November nights make me long for my high school football days.

My team, the Hopewell Titans, hardly received statewide recognition, much less national recognition. We were not a powerhouse. We won some, we lost some. Most importantly we won against our rival high school my senior year (what exhilaration!).

But that’s not what I miss the most.

What I miss most is bundling up in scarves and fluffy jackets. I miss cheering with a close group of friends and knowing everyone in the stands. I miss smiles and waves from parents sitting a few rows over. I miss the hot chocolate we drank during the late nights.

This is not to say that I don’t love Carolina football—to the contrary, I’ve been to (or watched) every game but one so far this year—but part of me wants to go back to high school where one person could start a cheer and have the entire stands (all 200 people) echo it. It’s simply not the same going to a 3 o’clock game with the sun shining down and the band marching in all their uniformed magnificence.

The vendor-filled atmosphere is a little too much like Disneyland (although I wouldn’t mind taking some frozen lemonade back to high school with me). Parents are milling about with their children; students are lost in a sea of blue bodies. The football players, other than say Yates, Sexton and Marvin Austin, become big bodies with nameless faces.

We cheer for their goals. We are frustrated with their losses (what happened against Maryland?!). But they cannot hear us call their names. They won’t see our disappointed glares in class on Monday. They are simply far-away celebrities.

I love our school.

I love the Tar Heels. I hope we make it to a Bowl Game.

But I miss breathing out clouds of smoke and driving down the road to CiCi’s to celebrate our victory.
Never thought I’d say it at Carolina but I miss the Friday night lights.

By Shannon Spain