National Championship!

Ring, Ring. "Hey Travis, what's up?"
"Dude, you want to go to Chapel Hill to watch the game on Franklin Street tonight?"
"...Sure. Call me when you're at my place. I'll see you in a few."

Two friends, Travis and Duni, and I all decided to go watch the National Championship game in Chapel Hill, then throw it down on Franklin Street afterwards. It was absolutely nuts. The game was sweet to watch, but that was literally nothing compared to the aftermath.

I watched it at my friend Charles' house, and immediately afterwards, we all jumped in cars to ride to another guy's place right on Franklin. We then ran to where everything was starting up and soon found ourselves surrounded by what the news later reported as around 50,000 rabid UNC fans. Me and Charles ran a bit, to Franklin and Columbia, where we pulled out newspapers and started the first of many bonfires in the street. After jumping over that and watching all kinds of unlikely things fuel it, from a Mountain Hardwear shell, to shoes, to a wooden stake, to shirts and I think some pants, we(about 6 of us) started pushing through the crowd and jumping over all the fires. We got over almost all of them twice. After that, we watched some folks break down the street signs by climbing on them, then light a shirt on fire and throw the flaming shirt into the crowd. Needless to say, the guy that did that was summarily thrown to the ground and cuffed as soon as he got of the telephone pole.

We stayed on Franklin for a while, probably a little over an hour in all, then started hiking back to Charles place. After a while, I met back up with Travis and Duni and we started heading back to Boone. We didn't get back until 5:30 AM, where I was able to pull out about an hour of sleep before getting up for my 8AM class. Add that with the maybe hour and a half I was able to steal while laying in the back of Duni's car and you come up with one very tired Lane. Extremely satisfied with the trip, but tired as nobody's business. The estimated total cost of damages last night in Chaple Hill is somewhere in the neighborhood of $200,000. Basically, I'm extremely happy to have spent last night in the absolutely most insane place in the country at the time.

Word. My body craves sleep. Latas.


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