This would only happen to me. I’m not even sure that you will fully appreciate my sincerity of the situation by just reading this post. I’m not that good of a writer to convey my emotions to such depths, but every bit of what I’m about to tell you is true.

As my 4 loyal readers know, yesterday was our anniversary . Jen got a gift certificate from work to a restaurant of her choice and against my better judgement I agreed to let her pick a restaurant that was in Chapel Hell, called Spice Street. I despise Chapel Hell and everything is stands for but I took one for the team and went w/o resistance. We arrived at 7:45 for our reservation and that’s when I was put into an emotional tailspin. A personalized hell if you will. The Coach Roy Williams Radio Show was taking place in this very restaurant. I can’t even begin to tell what ran through my mind. I wanted to run over there and kick him in the jimmy while he was on air along with the hundreds of Wal-Mart UNX fans that were screaming and jeering.

A day after my Wolfpack went through 4 games in 4 days only to lose to the Heels in a scrappy ACC Championship game, I walk into a powder blue hell. Just listening to the Evil Empire’s jabroni fans calling in telling Roy how amazing he was made me want to run out in traffic on 15-501. We were sat at our table upstairs above the baby blue mosh pit that surrounded Darth Roy but we were still too close. I felt like a squirrel that had just been dropped into the center of a pack of dogs, I could run and scream but every where I turned there would be another UNX dog waiting to pounce, there was no tree for me to run up. After all it was my anniversary dinner.

I know how much it meant to Jen that we have a nice night out, so I tried my hardest to fight off my emotions. I literally wanted to vomit for the first 15 minutes we were there (which thankfully was the tail-end of the show). Our ridiculously slow waitress eventually brought us our drinks and I downed a New Castle like I was a dying man in the desert and promptly ordered a tall whiskey. The Knob Creek settled me down and the show/crowd slowly dissipated to where we could enjoy our meal.

We got our food and a few bites into my steak I noticed something a little odd with the texture. There was a piece of plastic wrap in my mouth. I was in enemy territory and Roy knew it. He tried to take me out through my weakness, beef. I spit it on the table and dashed out of the restaurant screaming “Not this time Roy! I’ll see you in Hell!!!”

Ok, I made up that last part. I put Roy’s poison plastic on the plate and finished my food but I know he had something to do with it. He sensed the Wolfpack presence above him and did whatever drastic measures he could think of. The Pack is back and Roy is trying to take us out one at a time. Roy, You may have won the battle but not the war!

*here is Jen’s Review of Spice Street