Ra-ra-carolina-lina...

So it wasn't the most exciting basketball game ever, nor was it especially well-played by either team. Still, seeing UNC win at Cameron (as well as seeing that freshmen ruin his consecutive free throws streak! and that obnoxious sophomore cry after his fourth foul!) made it worth the lack of sleep I'm now facing. That, and large quantities of both coffee and Mountain Dew.

They do not help with my most recent injury, though. It's not as embarassing as the Lollipop Guild sprain, but it's close... so last night, the single teachers got together for Austin's Southern Style Spaghetti, followed by the guys playing basketball. Heather and I felt a little guilty for watching them work while we ate our carton of ice cream, so we hit the other end of the court to shoot around. I was just casually shooting the ball and turned to chase down a bad shot when all of a sudden it felt like my calf muscle detached itself from the rest of my leg. I definitely yelled out something not-so-missionary-like as I hit the floor. oops. As a result, I am once again hobbling down the street and up multiple flights of stairs. sigh. You know, it wouldn't have been quite as bad if not for my stupid pride. I mean, really -- the guys were really playing. I was basically just standing there. I felt like such a loser.

Oh well. I can handle being a loser if I get to gloat over the Dook fans today -- even if I have to do it on crutches!