Traditions & a 40 Oz.

Many families have traditions, perhaps your revolve around the holidays. In 2004, my North Carolina Tar Heels lost to Texas in the NCAA tournament. I had championship hopes for them that year and I was so disappointed when they lost in the sweet 16 that I went to the convenience store on the corner and bought my first 40 oz., a Mickey's 40 to be specific. Thankfully, Carolina won the NCAA tourney the next year and much was redeemed, but in that fateful March night of 2004 a tradition was born. ************************************************************************************* Tonight was the Carolina - Duke game. This is (in my opinion) the best sports rivalry. (For you nutty football fans, I will say it is in the top five for rivalries.) My husband and I commemorate each Duke game with a Mickey's 40...each. This season, since Carolina is unranked and may not make the NCAA tourney, heavy alcohol is really needed to watch the games. Tonight, they played really well for 35 minutes of basketball. (Oh crap, the game lasts 40 minutes.) So, not a success. Between the heavy booze and the constant yelling, the poor dog was scared to death. While I may not be able to be thankful for a NCAA championship (or berth) this year, I am very thankful for a husband that loves Carolina basketball like I do, a husband that will stand in line with miscreants to buy a 40 ounce and request a brown bag for each. Somehow, I picture us at 70 drinking our Mickey's and screaming at the TV. Not many people would be willing to do that and so I know I am really lucky.