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Tarheels kicking some NCAA butt

It never fails.  Each and every year its the same damn story. Every sports reporter outside the Triangle dumps on UNC and thinks that every single opponent the Heels face is going to destroy them.  They all act like UNC is so incredibly over-rated and that their opponent is the real deal.

Washington State was going to topple the mighty Heels with their suffocating defense.  Wait, the Heels beat them 68-47. Held WSU to the lowest point total of an opponent all year.  It was the fewest points allowed by a UNC team in the tourney since 1946.

Who's up next.  Well, if you listen to the assholes writing the stories, its the best team to ever walk onto the hardwood: Louisville.  A team that captured headlines all throughout the season (sike) and sat atop the polls for most of the season (again, sike).  Yes, if you get to the elite eight, you're a good, deserving team.  But, come on.  I don't think the Heels are going to lie down and cry.

This year's team has now set a new single-season win record with 35, and they're still counting. This is also the first tournament that the Heels have won their first 3 games by at least 20 points.  They're looking strong!

But don't listen to the sports writers!  They'll have you thinking that UNC is lucky to have gotten this far.  Especially those assholes at CBS Sportline, namely Gary Parrish (dumb f*#ker) and Dennis Dodd.  These stupid f--ks consistently miss the call on what they write, going with conventional and play-out wisdom to come up with completely unoriginal articles and "insights."  And these jokers get paid for the crap they write.  And I shouldn't let it bother me, because they are always wrong and, if you really look at it, they're just laughing stocks in the college ball world.  In fact, as I write, my opinion is shifting from one of anger to one of humor.  

Let the CBS Sportlins Idiots write what they like.  Do your best boys!  You are and will always be a pathetic bunch of followers.  And your opinions make you more laughable than dangerous.  So by all means, pucker up on Pitino's butt... and we'll talk on Sunday morning...

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