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Friday, October 2, 2009
It's a West Virginia Mountaineers...thing of the heart
5:12 PM | Posted by
David |
As I rode out Route 50 heading to Morgantown, I began to take note that the trees were starting to show color and the famous fall vista along Rt 50 was coming to life. One car after the other would pass with their WV decals or flags flapping from the motion. We all had one thing in common. We were going to see the West Virginia Mountaineers play football. I have never really been a sports fan. I follow them at times more so out of curiosity than anything else. But Mountaineer Football is something entirely different. Perhaps the same emotion that thousands in this state feel but can't explain.
Fall was showing it's face in Morgantown . The temperature was 50 degrees with a clear sky and an almost full moon. It was a sea of gold once you got to the stadium area and an excitement and spirit was filling the air. The smell of grills and traditional foods teased your nose. Thousands of fans in full pregame party caused that familiar rush I love so well.
As I sat in the stands during the pregame, the voice of legendary Jack Flemming came to my mind as if a ghost was sitting in the seat next to me. It was as if I could hear him saying, "Autumn in Morgantown, West Virginia, home of West Virginia University is here. It's a cool fall night, the perfect canvas for football as the West Virginia Mountaineers take the field"... No one could commentate the Mountaineers like Jack could.
As I sat there watching the warm ups, my mind drifted back to 1967 and being in Parkersburg going to school. A friend of mine from Beaver was in his second year in Morgantown and called to invite me up for the weekend and a WVU football game. The only exposure to such a thing was on TV and even that was rare. I jumped at the chance. He drove from Morgantown and spent the night Friday night and we took off to Morgantown via Rt 50 which at that time was mostly two lanes still. Fall was in full force and it's effect on me added to the excitement of this weekend.
Once in Morgantown, I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I guess I had been sheltered too much for such things. Everything from sheets of plywood to bed sheets were hanging from the dorms with the phrase..."beat the hell out of Pitt". I couldn't believe such things being exposed in public. But I soon learned it was the norm. I was introduced around the dorm and was captured by the atmosphere I was becoming a part of. Fraternity rush was in full swing and all the tradition that goes with it. The long bath robes, Darby caps and walking canes, each representing a frat rush of some sort. The old stadium beside the river was a perfect back drop for an event I'll never forget. That night, I added to the strings that pull at my heart. That night, I became a WVU football fan that bled blue and gold.
It was a beautiful October Saturday afternoon and I had been to Beaver to visit my mother. I was on my way back down the turnpike not far from the tunnel. (Yes, I do still remember where I was at). I had tuned in the WVU and Pitt football game and it wasn't the dangerous toll road that was causing my knuckles to be white. The score was tied in the last quarter and WVU had taken possession of the ball with 4 seconds on a stopped clock. The field goal team was put, and I can today still hear Jack Flemming giving such an excited detail. He was all but screaming in the microphone..."it's long enough...IT'S GOOD...the game is over and it's a mob scene on the field". I probably scared my wife and kids to no end. My eyes were so blurred I had a difficult time seeing.
Nothing has changed since that first trip to Morgantown in 1967. Perhaps only the emotions grew more. It doesn't matter to me the season stats or the gossip or the turmoil that surrounds any major college football team. To me, it's the Mountaineers...for I am true blue and gold and always will be.
Over the past few years I have read several accounts of WVU inviting the late John Denver to the new stadium to sing "Country Roads". The bottom line of each article you might read is that he was awe struck, not expecting to have 50,000 back up singers. At the end of the game I glanced over to my 3 year old granddaughter sitting on her father's shoulders. She knew every word to the song..."Almost Heaven, West Virginia"...once again my eyes were blurred.
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