How A Tweet Scored Me UNC-Duke Tickets
Wednesday was going to be to be the best day of my life. I would rush Franklin and celebrate a Carolina victory with my friends. Like most days, however, not everything went according to plan.
It was a typical Tuesday afternoon. I was riding the bus home from class, scrolling through Twitter, when I received a notification that three people I follow recently retweeted the same tweet. Instinctively, I tapped on the notification and knew what I had to do.
Not having won tickets through the UNC student ticket lottery, this tweet was my one last hope.
For those of you who don’t know, words can’t truly capture the intensity of the UNC-Duke rivalry. Imagine the relationship between Harry Potter and Voldemort. Harry wants to just live his life, but Voldemort just has to get in the way and think he’s all that. Harry spends most of his life protecting the wizarding world from Voldemort’s heinous acts. (Am I comparing Duke to one of the worst villains of all time? Maybe. But we all know who wins in the end…) Needless to say, a UNC-Duke basketball game in the Dean Dome is an indescribable event. Once you experience it, you’re changed forever.
But back to Tuesday.
Once I got home I realized I had to do something to stand out from the other 2,000+ retweeters. Naturally, I took to Twitter and let my creative, persuasive juices flow.
I wasn’t sure this would work. But if anything, I was hopeful.
Memom never really agreed to this, but I thought it was an enticing offer. She has since said she would cook/bake Adam Lucas whatever he wanted if I was able to go to the game. (Memom would deliver the food while wearing the “TXT ME” t-shirt, of course.)
While 73 tweets a day of Adam Lucas’ articles would be pretty overwhelming, I was willing to do anything for these tickets. Side note: If you’re never read his writing, you’re really missing out. It will bring you to tears.
I am living up to this end of the bargain. Adam Lucas, this is your personal shout out (among others) in this blog post. You’re the best.
I realize now how creepy this may sound, but I actually do babysit and would have been able to provide references upon request.
Meet Erin. She did go to the game with me and is one of the biggest Carolina basketball fans I know. I was able to pay her back for the times she has given me tickets and taken me to games.
Not much to say here. Right? Right.
And so I waited. And waited. I was holding out for just one favorite or retweet from @jadamlucas but nothing happened. (I’m convinced now he was staying impartial until the winner was announced, but I digress.)
Wednesday morning rolled around and I went along with my regular routine. I went into work at my internship and was preparing for a meeting when all of a sudden, it happened. It was at 9:58 a.m. that I got this life-changing notification.
I immediately texted my friends and family, trying to stay calm, all while sitting in a meeting. My coworkers could tell I was a little distracted by the derpy face I kept making, holding back smiling/crying/laughing at the same time. I felt like I had just won the lottery. In UNC-Duke rivalry terms, I had.
Throughout the day my Twitter kept blowing up with new followers, favorites of my tweets and mentions from other UNC fans. Needless to say I was shaking from excitement and feeling the love from the online UNC community.
It was finally time. Erin and I trekked down to the Dean Dome. We were ready for the game. After following Adam’s instructions of where to pick up the tickets, the envelope was in our hands. Not knowing where our seats were, we slowly opened it to reveal two lower level tickets. Our knees got weak, but the adrenaline rush gave us strength to run to the Smith Center entrance in excitement. This was going to be the best night of our lives.
Within the first three minutes of the game, Erin and I had already lost our voices. It hurt to scream, but we continued to anyway because that’s just what you do at a basketball game.
And so we flash forward two hours. We all know the final score.
After being in the Dean Dome for a UNC-Duke game, I can honestly say it is an experience beyond words. Every seat is full. The roar of fans is indescribable. No one sits down. The energy is on another level.
So, Adam Lucas, if you’re reading this, thank you. I’m not sure if it was random. I’m not sure if my tweets helped me win. If you want to make a deal regarding any of my offers, Memom does make a mean banana bread. Regardless, I was able to attend a game thousands of people only dream of experiencing.
I thought it was going to be the best day of my life. I could see myself telling my children about the time I won tickets to a UNC-Duke basketball game and rushed Franklin with my friends. Instead, the night had an alternate ending. But what in life doesn’t? No one day is great enough to overpower the thousands of little memories that make up our lives. While we didn’t win and I didn’t rush Franklin, it was the little things that made the day so great. My inability to keep a straight face during my meeting, the text I received from Erin after I told her I was taking her to the game, the walk down to the Dean Dome in a sea of Carolina blue, each high-five with a stranger after UNC scored and the laughter and excitement we shared throughout the game; these are what make life, and going to the UNC-Duke basketball game, the best after all.