Is it any coincidence that the Tiger was up and roaming in the zoo yesterday? I think not. There’s also no coincidence that we skipped all the birds. My feathered friends, they are gonna get nomed by the Tigers. 

Going out on the town last night was very, very painful. Everyone was happy, cheering, chanting on their teams. I was sulking and pretending like it didn’t bother me. It did, especially the Kansas fans. They continue to bad mouth ole Roy, which in some ways I can understand. However, don’t do it in front of me. We went to a tex-mex place called “Cafe Ole”, and it was very, very disappointing.

I had the “Texas sized chimichanga”.  If everything is bigger in Texas, they need to talk to Jericho and the boys at Monterreys in Durham, because that chimichanga was tiny. The only large thing on the menu was a $24 sixty ounce margarita, which was present on almost every table. Many of the tables went through several rounds of these, and then the tempers began to flare. The table behind us was full of middle aged Memphis men. The table below them, young and older Kansas fans. As soon as the guys sat down, they ordered margaritas and began the annoying “T-I-G-E-R-S . . . TIGERS! ROAR!” . . . it really got annoying. Then, without any hesitation, we heard the “Roooocccck Chaaaaallllllkkkk Jaaaaayyy Haaaaaawkkkkk”. Then things got interesting.

A table of locals were sitting on the other side of us, singing and dancing to the live mariachi band. They began to get annoyed, and started singing “Ole”. One of the guys at the table was wearing a Detroit Tigers jersey, so every time the Tigers chant started, he saw this as a chance to flaunt his jersey. Funny thing about that table of 8, was that all of them were singing on key to every traditional mariachi song, except for one girl who obviously had no clue what was going on. From what we could figure, she was on a date with one of the guys. Awkward date for sure.

Anyways, the old men behind us continued to annoy everyone. Near the end of the dinner, 2 very attractive young ladies came up and sat down with them. The men, prideful in their “coolness” and Tiger mating calls, tried to seal the deal by ordering them each a $24 margarita. As soon as the girls got the drinks, they stood up and started the chant “Roooooooockkkk Chaaaaalllllllk” . . . OWNED. Probably the most impressive way to get free drinks I’ve ever seen.

After this we met up with the rest of the UNC students at a local joint called “Mad Dogs” on the Riverwalk. The bouncers wore kilts. Never have I seen guys think they were so tough wearing skirts. We stayed here for maybe 30 minutes before heading out to see the dualing pianos. These might be my favorite late night entertainment ever. You can request any song you want, and the piano players will play it for you, with a little funk. My first song, “Gin and Juice”, brought the place to a riot. After this, I went with “Ice, Ice, Baby” for an encore. Another hit. I then requested “Chatahoochie” by Alan Jackson, but it never played. Toward the end of the night we heard it, the Carolina fight song. There are Tar Heels still left in the city! Like every other Heel here, it’s “Go Memphis” for them as well. 

Today the group is going to hit up the pre-game festivities. There are a couple of concerts going on, but no Kid Rock. Our options are the “Ripley’s Believe it or Not”, Guinness Book of World Records, or a huge IMAX theatre. Not really sure what we’re going for, but we’ll figure something out. The game is set to start at 8:21 here (9:21 your time). I’m debating buying a Memphis shirt, but $25 is too much for a one time wear. 

Oh yeah, one thing. Everyone has agreed that all Kansas girls are ugly. Some of the best pick up lines used on the Carolina girls by the Kansas guys:

“Wheeeew . . . I was getting worried. I heard all Carolina girls were pretty, but never seen any. Then we saw you.” . . . gag.

“Hey . . . you”

(A guy wearing a wedding ring) “Hey, can I sit with you while that guy (me) goes to the bathroom?”

“What’s your name” . . . “Did I meet you earlier tonight” (Once we just got to the place). This guy continued to stare awkwardly for the rest of the night. He was weird.

Then my FAVORITE from a UCLA guy:
“Hey, you’re from UNC . . . I’m from UCLA . . . let’s console each other.” 

I really wish I could have taken picture of these guys, it was amazing how creepy they were. 
 

Oh yeah, this is for Russ. They are giving out NCAA slap bracelets. The fad’s not dead. 

 

 

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