A member of the church here gave us his tickets to the basketball game between UNC and Valparaiso. I have been to the Dean Smith Center to watch the heels play, but this was Shannon's and Silas' first trip. Modeling our very best Tar Heel attire, we joined the sea of light blue fabric and supporters. Silas was in tar heel heaven--actually, heaven--as his little, awe-inspired mind was readily taking in all of the noise, action, flashing lights, and big screens. He loved it. Really. And this makes dad happy; because dad likes Tar Heel land too.
Of course, several other fans thought Silas was a rock star. They liked the fact, as one guy put it, "that we were starting him out right"--meaning, it is good we were brainwashing him to think that UNC basketball was somehow more sacred than the rest of the programs in existence. Yep. I had a good laugh, when, as everyone was exiting and trying to get to their cars after the game, Silas was one of the few who was happy. Sure, UNC won, which made the faithful cheerful, but everyone was trying to get out of the light blue sea--the same one we all excitedly plunged into earlier--as quickly as possible. So while the rest of us were focused on our exit strategy, little rock star was still taking it all in. Still loving it. Still craving more action, more people. (His nap around halftime probably helped.)
It was a good time. Maybe the chance of a lifetime. I do hope I get to sit in the Dean Dome again with Shannon and Silas, but if the journey doesn't afford us the opportunity, I will still remember this night that we swam in the light blue sea.