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Revenge Of The Tiger
Thirsty For Blood
It’s hours before the Tip Off. The Evil Empire of the A.C.C. has already descended upon the small village of Clemson, South Carolina. The Blue Bloods, college basketball royalty, the North Carolina Tar Heels.
The invaders leave scorched earth and a blood trail back to the North Carolina border upon each visit. The booming roar of laughter can be heard as they have their way, pillaging our small town year after year.
I feel a heightened sense of revenge after being passed over, thrown to the side, not given my birthright as a North Carolina hoops star, to be a part of Tar Heel lore.
They had gotten an early commitment from the #1 point guard in the country. A New York product named King Rice. Yes, his mama named him King. Well, tonight we’re going to see if a King can bleed.
What they don’t understand is that the rightful heir to the Tar Heel throne lives in Tiger town. Those egomaniacal bastards can’t comprehend how much I loved Kenny Smith (their former Point Guard).
I would have been the perfect protégé to take over the Point God throne upon his departure. I had been All State three years prior.
