Meanwhile, while I was away…

Watching from afar the last few days was like an out-of-body experience. Expected the Tar Heels to crush Illinois and they did. Did not think Wake Forest would win at Duke, but had fun watching it happen. Although the Patriots did not have Brady, nor Gronk, nor Ninkovich, they still looked like the Pats to me.

But, around here, oh, no, we can’t just let the sports season unfold and enjoy it. How many national news crawls are were going to need before UNC athletes stop putting themselves in harm’s way. Last February, junior linebacker Allen Artis was where he shouldn’t have been with someone he shouldn’t have been with and, boom, we’re on the CBS News again. It LOOKS like the university drags its feet, so his accuser files the perfunctory misdemeanor charges that triggers suspension from the team and it LOOKS bad that Artis already played in the first two games. And Carol Folt’s zero-tolerance policy LOOKS ridiculous. Can Carolina please untangle its feet?

Then John Swofford is finally moved off his politically correct spot by the NCAA moving championship events out of North Carolina because of HB2. He has no choice but do what he should have done months ago and takes ten conference titles scheduled here for neutral sites outside the Tar Heel borders, including the ACC football championship game scheduled for Charlotte less than three months from now. Not much time to find the right venue let alone spin it and market it to make some sort of sense, fiscal and otherwise.

And turn on election coverage on ANY channel, for more than two minutes, and I am back under the weather for another week. Am I just feeling ill and cranky, or is the world around me making me sick. The week began with a story breaking that Bubba Cunningham almost took the AD’s job at Florida, outside this state and in a league that doesn’t seem to give a hoot about anything but playing ball and no one can stop it from just doing that.

Couldn’t help but wonder whether Bubba was second-guessing his decision.