A Weekend In Morgantown

 

First off, I'm going to need all of you K-State haters to read this article.

 

And that's why Bill Snyder is the bomb.

 

 

This poor mis-guided girl is my friend Taylor.

 

She is a junior at WVU.

 

I try not to hold it against her.

 

Especially since she was nice enough to be seen out with an old lady at the bars the night before the game.

 

She did tell me she considered buying me a "WVU Mom" shirt, that way she wouldn't have to explain why she had an old lady at the bars with her.

 

But on game day we parted ways.

 

Literally and figuratively.

 

My husband was late coming into Morgantown (anybody surprised?) so I headed on over to his fraternity's tailgate.

 

I met one of the guys the night before at the bars, he told me to look for the sea of camouflage to find them.

 

I think what he was getting at is there are just a bunch of good 'ol boys.

 

I felt right at home with the Alpha Gamma Rho crowd.

 

Especially since the guys in my family were all AGR's at K-State.

 

Although I think they felt a little duped when they went to the trouble of reserving me a parking spot and then I show up in all purple with a Powercat on the front of my car.

 

Oops.

 

I didn't know that was information they needed.

 

The guys were great and made me feel right at home.

 

They made up for all of the F*** You's I got from other WVU students throughout the weekend.

 

Bitter much?

 

Geez.

 

Apparently The Mask has got everyone's panties in a bunch.

 

Welcome to the Big XII, Mountaineers.

 

You're going to have to grow some thick skin during football season.

 

Just before it was time to head to the stadium, look who showed up:

 

Mr. WVU Grad himself.

 

Can't you feel the K-State love in this place?

 

Yeah, me neither.

 

But Papa Smurf was pretty awesome.

 

And the older WVU crowd was great. They did everything they could to make all of the K-Staters feel at home.

 

Got to say, it definitely wasn't the crazy Morgantown you hear about.

 

It was super calm.

 

I didn't see a single out-of-control tailgate or couch fire all weekend.

 

 

We sat with season ticket holders and everyone in our section was really nice despite the fact that I was rooting for the other team.

 

The stands were full.

 

As was the KSU section.

 

The guy  next to me said that was the best showing of an away team he had seen in a long time at WVU.

 

And thank goodness things went our way.

 

I didn't do much cheering or celebrating though.

 

Didn't want to rub it in since the people all around me pay big money for those seats every year and really want to see their team win.

 

But it got to the point that a few of them were asking me if I had any extra purple they could put on.

 

By the third quarter, the K-State section was still packed but the rest of the stadium was sparse.

 

It was such a one-sided game I even got a little board at times.

 

And resorted to a glamour shots session with my purple nails.

 

Aren't they great?

 

And, isn't that amazing?

 

Alright, that's all the smack I will talk.

 

I have to live with these people.