A dreary, rainy, gray Tuesday was quite a contrast for where my head was when I thought about West Virginia’s upcoming game Saturday at Oklahoma.
Over the course of my short time covering West Virginia University as a beat, I’d like to think I’ve done a fairly good job of detaching myself from all biases and rooting interests that come with being a lifelong state native and an alumnus.
During a 5½-hour-long car ride home on Sunday, as well as most of all day on Labor Day Monday, I had time to think about just how I wanted to word this inevitable column — the one where I tried to offer my two cents on just what the hell happened to the WVU football team Saturday at Maryland.
Vibes were good to say the least at Big 12 Media Days Wednesday at AT&T Stadium in Arlington, Texas, with smiles, pleasantries and acknowledgments of a return to normalcy in abundance.
On Monday night, National Geographic Channel kicked off its six-week-long “Sharkfest,” the network’s welcome alternative to the Discovery Channel’s “Shark Week,” which has become nothing more than celebrity worship and oceanic gore porn in recent years.
In a news conference from quarantine leading up to the NCAA tournament, WVU basketball guard Miles “Deuce” McBride revealed he wasn’t much into video games and instead likes to spend his time in isolation reading.
Chris Williams has been on a tear through the West Virginia Golf Association schedule so far this year, and he’s looking for another and even bigger trophy next week at Pete Dye Golf Club in Bridgeport.
With weather more befitting Thanksgiving Day than Memorial Day, I woke up Sunday morning wondering if I should grill burgers and dogs or make a pot of chili.
As a WVU beat writer, I don’t want to step on the toes of my Huntington-based co-workers, but I’d be negligent if I didn’t dedicate at least a few paragraphs to the Marshall men’s soccer team today.
A tradition unlike any other was met with a winner unlike any other Sunday in Augusta, Georgia, and in the end, we were all victorious.