Watson in the 21st goddamn century.
I-40, North Carolina.
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Red sky at night, Wolfpack’s delight…
Too bad all I see outside is 53,819 square miles of Carolina Blue.
The earliest “Charlotte Hornets” team on record was formed in 1892 and played one season in minor league baseball’s South Atlantic League. Another Charlotte Hornets baseball team appeared in 1902 and lasted in some form until 1973. The basketball team didn’t come until 1988.
The name didn’t come from nowhere. I found this on North Carolina Miscellany:
During the American Revolution, General Cornwallis, experiencing staunch resistance from the citizens of Charlotte during his 1780 southern campaign, complained that the city was “a veritable hornet’s nest of rebellion.” This was publicized by proud Charlotteans, who nicknamed the city “The Hornet’s Nest.”
Yea, North Carolina has fucked all the shit up, but this is my home. It’s been my family’s home for 400 years. And I plan to keep it that way, to keep building my family and my community here.
We’re going to dig in and fight to make things right. Because that’s what it means to be a goddamn Tarheel.
It’s a trick question. If someone asks “State or UNC” the answer is always State, because a Carolina person will most likely a) call UNC “Carolina” and b) not ask you about State in the first place; they’ll ask “Duke or Carolina?”
And of course the answer to “Duke or Carolina” is always Carolina, because the Duke person won’t ask about your loyalty at all; they’ll just start talking about their hometown in Connecticut.
And should any Wake Forest people be present, they will try to join the conversation like so many eager, evangelical Baptist puppies whose owners have trained them to bark at minorities, and you can ignore them.
Trying real hard to catch up with South Carolina in the race to see which Carolina can be the most embarrassing Carolina.