There’s nothing like rooting for your team. It only gets better if you are blessed to meet your soulmate in college, and you can share your love of the school and team. If you have the unfortunate luck of falling for someone who is an avid fan of a school you care nothing about, now that’s a different story. One of my good friends went to NC State. She likes basketball as any good alum of an ACC school should. But instead of her life revolving around the Wolfpack, it instead revolves around the Florida Gators. Her boyfriend eats, sleeps, and breathes Florida basketball and football. I don’t think one of her goals in life was to go to every minute of every home football game, but alas there is no turning back. She’s a good sport (pun intended). It takes a lot of dedication to pretend to love something to keep a relationship going. And you have to admire his dedication to his team, especially because his Alma mater is a different school. But there’s a difference between being born into a team, and having a team thrust upon you. I have this irrational fear of dating a Duke fan. Irrational, because basketball in North Carolina is irrational and the fact that this a concern is completely absurd (I can see my father shaking his head now). What if I’m destined to a house divided? At least it’s a house and not a solo studio apartment.
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