This will be the second consecutive WVU sporting event we have watched at the utterly implodable Charleston Civic Center. (If you’re wondering, it’s the giant piece of crap in the picture above.) Last Saturday’s Oklahoma game didn’t end too well, so let’s try and stop the losing streak at one.
If you need me, I’ll be at the $12 tailgate buffet and, more specifically, the cash bar. Nothing says fun quite like a cash bar (actually, an open bar does, but hey, they probably knew I was coming). Luckily, they have projection and flat screen televisions, and all the sports bars around Charleston suck, and I like to watch the game with other people, and yelling expletives at the top of your lungs just doesn’t have the same effect if children aren’t around, and did I mention there’s liquor?
So that’s what we’re doing. The nervousness is just setting in. Actually, the coaching search did it’s job in properly distracting me until today. I imagine, though, that it’s going to get pretty crazy between now and gametime, what with my nervous drinking habit and all.
If it gets too crazy, just remember: the safe word is “bubble-screen.