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?