I'd cheer for the Russians before I'd cheer for UNC. The whole GD place could go up in a pyro-maniacal plume, and I couldn't care less. If I was walking down the street and saw Dean Smith coming my way, I'd jaywalk barefoot in rush hour traffic to avoid him. I hate UNC more than I hate the Dallas Cowboys. I'd even be willing to consider limited, surface-level nuclear testing in Chapel Hill.