Hell of a Guy

WVU Football Season, Circo 2012…


Football is about to do me in.  What, you say? How? 

This doggone football team is about to drive me up a wall or to my final resting place, the great reward.

If you have been reading this blog for a while, you may know I do not count myself among those who are huge football fans.  Frankly, I usually can take it or leave it and be more than satisfied just to read about the results the following day.  The Nancy, on the other hand, is counted among the diehards, the nuts…in fact she is OCD with her football.  If there is a game on TV she will watch it regardless of the teams.  But then there is Mountaineer Football, and apparently something about it resonates deep within my inner being.  I cannot get enough of it, even though it makes my heart ache.

For years I rooted for the University of Virginia, the University of Maryland, except when the played Virginia, Navy (my all-time favorite team, though they usually suck) and my beloved Colts and the New York Giants.  These days, having married this crazy West Virginian, I am tuned into the West Virginia University Mountaineers, it’s a propinquity thing and it is unconditional.  This is my adopted home and my adopted college football team.  My West Virginia wife has turned me into a WVU Frankenstein, of sorts: I have become a monster.  I love Mountaineer football, but these bastards are trying to kill me.

The past Saturday I sat watching WVU play the University of Texas Longhorns.  The game was back and forth from the get go.  My heart was pounding for most of the slowest moving three hours I have spent in a very long time (that being exactly one week and the Baylor University game that WVU won 70-63).  At one point I swear I could see my chest undulating with each beat.  I could hear myself breathe.  My hands were shaking so much I could hardly hold on to my beer.  I lost my appetite, and that happens once in a Blue Moon and never during a football game.  What in the hell is happening to me?

This Saturday WVU plays Texas Tech (the Horned Frogs) and, fortunately, I may miss the game, though my iPhone will keep me abreast of the scoring.  I don’t think I could sit through another game like these last two, but then there are still seven more to test the strength of my heart.

Should you see no further posts from me to this website, you’ll know what happened.

And that is all I have say about that…

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