Rivalry: Bitter Not Better / by Tynesia Boyea-Robinson

Go to hell Carolina, go to hell (clap, clap)!   GO TO HELL CAROLINA, GO TO HELL (clap, clap)!  I bleed Duke Blue.  When I see Carolina blue, my skin crawls.  I yell at cars that have UNC bumper stickers.  I have kicked a friend out of my house party who wore a Carolina shirt and made him go home and change.  When Duke loses to Carolina, I have been known to be angry for the week.  I curse, I cry, I act like the world is ending.  My feelings are deep, intense, real, and utterly illogical.  ESPN has an entire week dedicated to folks like me, and they fan the flames magically.  They relive all the victories and defeats as they build a story line about who is going to win, Who Is Going To Win, WHO IS GOING TO WIN?  And I'm petrified that it won't be us this time, and it just HAS to be!  The alternative is unthinkable, depressing and frightening. Before you start laughing at me for being completely ridiculous, just remember that our entire presidential season has felt just like this.  We're all so exhausted because this level of emotion is completely untenable and unreasonable.  No matter how many times I read Nate Silver's data-driven blog , I couldn't help but get sucked into the intense emotional reactions associated with the uncertainty of it all.  But unlike a basketball game, it's not about WHO wins, but what the winner will DO with that victory.

I'm one of those annoying independents who won't claim either party specifically because this is not college basketball or any other sporting rivalry.  I don't want my blanket solution to equal blind loyalty to one party and venomous vitriol towards another.  When it comes to governing our great country, I want a tennis match.  I crave volleys of information and ideas,  responses that align with where we are on the court, boundaries that are bright and clear, and applause for a great shot, no matter who served.  Because in the end, the win is no where near as important as the service.