The ACC tournament will always hold a special place for me because it brings back great memories from my childhood and my teenage years. The first day of the tournament (back then the first day was always on Friday) was the only day of the year that my mother would allow me to skip school. That was a huge deal for me because I could be throwing up all night and my Mom would send my ass to school the next day. That's how fanatical she was about my school attendance.
The Tarheels were usually the #1 seed back then and at the worst, they were a #2, so they always played at Noon. The first game was usually a butt kicking against the lowest seeded team in the ACC but I was always right there glued to my TV set. I had the house to myself and it was my little piece of heaven. During halftime, I would go outside and shoot baskets to really get into the spirit of things.
My father and I were completely different people but the love of Tarheel basketball was always one connection that we had. I must admit that I lost alot of passion for Tarheel basketball when he passed away in January 2007 because it just doesn't seem as important now as it used to. I am hoping that watching the ACC Tournament today and posting these memories of my father will rekindle some of that lost passion for Tarheel basketball. I may even go outside and shoot a few baskets at halftime.
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