When the Unthinkable Happens

Woody! Woody! Woody!

Some days, reality just hits you in the face. Like today.

I realized that there will eventually come a day when Woody Durham, the 37-year-Hall-of-Fame-Voice-of-the-Tar-Heels will no longer be calling Carolina’s games.

While I can’t imagine a game without Woody doing the call, and I hope he works as long as he can, I hope the powers that be at Learfield Sports and the Tar Heel Sports Network have a succession plan in place. Whether they do or not, I have a suggestion for Woody’s eventual replacement. Continue reading


Not a cat guy

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I don’t know if I’m a “cat” guy.

But I can tell you that our new housemate is not a “guy” cat. I don’t mean that because I had him neutered. I mean that he doesn’t like guys. Or maybe he just doesn’t like me… perhaps because I had him neutered. So I guess it could be because I had him neutered. But I digress. Continue reading

My Favorites (continued)

These are a few of my favorite things

How can you not love that? Seriously. Anyway, more favorites:

Favorite Basketball Game:March 20, 2005 UNC 92 – Iowa State 65

This one was really tough. Admit it. Eliminate the championship victories (that’s cheating), and you’d be hard pressed to name just one favorite game. Continue reading

A Recovering Junkie


Hello, everyone. My name is Ed and I have a problem. I am an anticipation junkie. In layman’s terms, I follow UNC football recruiting. (I used to have this problem in basketball, but Roy’s got us set for the next three years or so…)

Deep down, I’ve known I have a problem for a while now. Continue reading

My Favorites

In trying to kill time until the BC game on Thursday, and since this blog still has that “new blog” smell, I thought it would be good to list some Born and Bred Ed Tar Heel favorites. Feel free to add your own.

Favorite Tar Heel Basketball Player(s):

I have to go with Numbers 34 here. George Lynch and David Noel.

As much as I love to see guys who fill up the basket or streak down the court, I love these guys because of their leadership and willingness to do everything to help the team, even the stuff that doesn’t get readily noticed. PsychoT will likely surpass Lynch on the career scoring list during our next game, and I sincerely hope we get to hear something from Eric Montross on the THSN broadcast about him.

Favorite Tar Heel Football Player(s):

If you didn’t think I was a sentimentalist already, this will seal it. Continue reading

The trap is set…

The Bodacious and Brilliant Emily (a.k.a. Mrs. BBE) goes to Winston-Salem for a conference tomorrow. (I’m not at all jealous about her accommodations.) She’ll be gone for a couple days and I get to be in charge.

I must say that I consider myself a modern age dad and do a fair share around the house, but it’s still different to be the only one around. I.E.: If it goes wrong, it’s MY fault. The trap is set. Let’s see if I step in it.

In honor of the occasion, I thought we could revisit the Cos’ and his classic, “Chocolate Cake for Breakfast.”

Bringing ’em up right

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Being the son of dook parents, and Mrs. BBE being the daughter of a proud and rabid Wolfpack fan (and a sane ECU alumna), I am acutely aware that my collegiate allegiance is not guaranteed to be passed to my daughters. It won’t be for lack of trying.

We’re going to try to “bring ’em up right.” They’re Carolina Kids Club members. They’ve been to “Meet the Heels.” They’ve spent game day in Chapel Hill. They get Carolina bed time stories. The get “Hark the Sound” sung to them as a lullaby.

Or they used to, anyway. I can’t do it anymore. Sung soft and slow, the melodious tones of my alma mater had previously served me well in trying to sing them to sleep. However, because of my aforementioned efforts, they now know about the crowd participation moments of the song. They shout “N! C! U!” and “Priceless Gem!”. (They don’t do the G_ T_ H___ State! part. –Yet.) Anyway, it obviously defeats the purpose of a bed time song for children to be shouting. Sadly, I will have to stop this family tradition and find some other way to get the girls to sleep.

I tried to tell them about the history of the Victory Bell and the Carolina-dook football rivalry, but that didn’t work either.

They just laugh.