Football? What’s football?
Bill Stewart. Jeff Mullen. Dave Johnson.
Ok, you’ve had your year. You’ve proven your ineptitude. Goodbye.
You changed the entire offense because we lost to Pitt last year. Now instead of one bad offenseive game against Pitt, we have played 11 bad offensive games, and still lost to Pitt.
I love a good QB zone on 3rd and 9 twice in one game. I love a ridiculous trick play to the short side of the field on 3rd and goal at the 4. I love that our only TD was on a miraculous run by Pat White on an otherwise terrible 3rd and 4 call. But I especially like losing 4 games in a regular season and having your scoring drop 20 points per game when you return 9 starters on offense.
Thank you Jeff Mullen for bringing the Wake Forest field-goal offense to Morgantown. I’m going to go kill myself now, wait, not me, you.
A last minute change of plans has my
fuckbuddy girlfriend and myself heading to Heinz Field for the Backyard Brawl. I hope we win today.
I will also be carrying golf balls with Pitt logos on them. Why? If WVU needs a swing in momentum I will throw them on the field so Pitt gets a 15 yard unsportsmanlike conduct penalty. (I ain’t Stewpid, are I??)
On this Thanksgiving Day it is a tradtion in the Senior household to go around say what we were thankful for over the last year. I am thankful for all our loyal readers and all the players and coaches that wear the Old Gold and Blue.
Thanks for making the last year fucking awesome. I am also thankful for this…
While the rest of you prepare for the Backyard Brawl, I am getting excited for the Mountaineers basketball match up with Iowa in Vegas.
The game is 3 years in the making, as WVU was supposed to play #3 seed Iowa in the 2nd round of the NCAA tournament in Detroit in 2006. However, a circus shot at the buzzer by Northwestern St. essentially allowed WVU to become one of the only teams in history to advance to the Sweet 16 before even playing a game.
Minus Steve Alford and John Beilein, it looks like the corn-growers from “it’s not Heaven, it’s Iowa” finally get to play “almost Heaven West Virginia” in the battle for Heaven on Earth.
But honestly, that’s not exactly what excites me. You see, what you probably don’t know is that for Iowa fans, Sin City is whatever bathroom stall city the Hawkeyes are currently in, as evidenced by these Hawkeyes who channeled their inner Larry Craig.
‘Son, that’s Pitt. You hate Pitt now. You hate Pitt tomorrow. You hate Pitt until the day you die. After that, you will hate Pitt for eternity.’ — Jack Fleming’s Mom
Thinking about Pitt makes me want to puke, then punch a puppy. For last year’s Backyard Brawl, I did not think about Pitt once. All I could think about was Bourbon Street and who we would play in the national championship game.
If last year taught me anything, it was to never overlook Pitt. If there was any positive to last year, it is that I have a new-found hatred for Pitt. With that new-found hatred, here is a list of reasons why I hate Pitt.
Let’s get right to this, shall we.