No wonder we lost! While an undermanned Wolfpack is playing its flu-ridden heart out on the court, Jon is outside posturing and pondering economic theories and Chad Adams is just flat fashionably late!
Look, fair weather fans, Wolfpack games are IMPORTANT to some few million of us who don’t live anywhere near the RBC Center. We expect to see those seats filled and it’s your duty to fill them. Last year a buddy and I FLEW DOWN in his little Cessna 172, borrowed a car, got lost, found the RBC Center, parked somewhere near the heathen tribes of Chapel Hill and still managed to buy two souvenirs and five pounds of food prior to the game.
And of course, we won.
Next time either of you have discounted or spare tickets to a weekend game with any ACC team other than Clemson (“Climpson,” as my then-five year old daughter once wrote to Jim Valvano), give me a call. We’ll haul out the old Cessna and give you a lesson in free markets. Get it? Free?
Oh, and try not to be late again. ACC season is starting.
