Being a Wolfpack Fan

Living in North Carolina generally means you have three types of people:

1.  Tarheel fans - affectionately referred to by myself and others as Turdholes or Tarholes.
2.  Duke fans - affectionately referred to by most Turdhole fans as Dookies.  (Interesting, same basic thing if you think about it.)
3.  Wolfpack fans - affectionately looked at with a sympathetic smile and shake of the head.

(There is another team here but as usual they are left out.  Sorry Wake.)




Being a Wolfpack fan is like being a glutton for punishment.

We never have the "best" team.

Never.

We never "win" the big games.

Never.

We never get all the glory and pomp and circumstance.

Just don't.

We know what its like to root on the boys in red and black and not have too high of expectations.

And that is ok.

We won't be in your face over a win but we'll look back at you with that smile and laugh and just shake our heads.

We will forever live in the Jimmy V days and occasionally bring up ole P Rivers.  But we won't sit around to talk your ear off about the ole NC State athletics.

We're bigger than that and we know we aren't the best.

We're just happy to always show support for the Pack.  In the ups and downs.  The loss at the last second, the fourteen point lead just given up for no apparent reason, the had it in the bag but the bag fell apart times.

It is part of being a Pack fan.

Wolfpack Nation.