Sunday, 16 January 2011 17:07

Initiation

Written by  Liz McIntyre
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I consider myself a true Carolina fan. I’m not the kind of person who paints my body in the freezing cold or can tell you the score of this game in this year, but I’d say I’m above average in this particular department. At least, better than the average girl who considers fighting for a machine at the gym “sports.”

But when I entered the bottom of Williams-Brice Stadium the other day, it hit me. I’m a fish out of water here. Seriously out of my element. And as I sat front row facing Spurrier himself, I wondered if this was my initiation. Like, am I a true fan now? The real deal?

Does attending a press conference amongst men twice my age who ask questions like “What is your prediction for the Superbowl, Spurrier?” or “What really happened to Lattimore in our bowl game?” dub me a real Carolina sports fan?

Judging by the time it takes to sell out of student tickets to a home game and the amount of people I have to shove out of my way climbing to the top of the stands, everyone at USC is a true fan.

But when it comes to statistics or attendance, some people see themselves as “better” supporters. And I just don’t get it.

So, at this press conference with all the “regular” attendees, I stand out like a sore thumb. And I feel these men judging me, thinking: “Who is this girl who thinks she knows sports?”

Well, listen. I may have had a hard time choosing between Clemson and Carolina until I got my acceptance letter here. And I may not have grown up as a dern Carolina cheerleader every year for Halloween. But I’m still a fan. And I still know my stuff. And my thousand-something classmates do, too. Well, some of them.

It turns out that it really doesn’t matter if you have to get someone else to scan your ticket because you’re too drunk to go into a game. Or if you just had to type “Spurrier” in your search engine because you didn’t know who I was talking about. (Well, maybe not that far.) We’re all true fans here, and we all can yell at whoever we want on TV or on the field.

Next time you’re wondering if it’s okay to yell for someone even if you can't remember his or her name, just go for it. Or you want to hear Spurrier speak for the first time, go ahead. Initiation as a true fan has to start somewhere.

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