Davidson College fans cruise on Main Street Friday night, honking horns and cheering the Davidson College Wildcats NCAA playoff victory over Wisconsin. Click below to listen to the sounds of revelers on Main Street. “This is like Christmas in Davidson,” said one six-year-old. “But better,” said a nearby grownup. One lucky sixth-grader is told he won’t have to shower until the Cats lose. Listen below. (David Boraks photo)
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You seem to be doing double duty today, David – I also heard your report on WFAE. This is a great boost for Davidson. Thanks Cats!
Hearing some commotion from Main St. after last night’s game, I decided to take a quick spin up South St. At the corner of Main, I was absorbed into a March Madness crowd of at least 200 hundred students, parents with kids in tow, and a bemused local couple out for their usually calm evening dog walk. All were caught up in an infectious, spontaneous revel. Pickups stuffed with students paraded up Main blaring their horns and waving Davidson T-shirts. Traffic crawled bumper to bumper with painted-faced crowds on the sidewalks hollering ecstatic encouragement to anyone who “honked for the ‘cats.”
Now, I am a sober grown-up, but I swear, I couldn’t keep my thumbs from hammering down on the horn. Out of the corner of my eye, I spied a solitary Davidson Police car idling in Stowe’s lot. Uh-oh, could this be disturbing the peace? But then a caravan of cars with co-eds whooping out the windows floated by like a mirage (see David B’s picture). The cop didn’t move. Wow, was this Buenos Aires during Carnival, or Davidson? If Davidson wins Sunday, this might be the place to be. Christmas in Davidson? Try Times Square on Armistice Day.
No, Bob, try Boston the night the Red Sox beat “the Curse!” I was living near Harvard that glorious autumn and when the St. Louis Cardinals fell to the Sox in the final game of the World Series, my daughter and I headed into the streets with the rest of the midnight revelers tooting horns and hugging. Last night on Main Street in Davidson, my daughter and I looked at each other as my husband tooted our car horn and said, “This beats Boston!”