Mountaineer Turrets

During my flight back to Dallas on Thursday, I realized a may have acquired a new disease that, if I’m correct, may also afflict WVU Mountaineer fans across the country.

[quick background for those of you reading this from afar: WVU, my alma-mater, has a really good football team (Grid iron, Rugby 2.0, pick a name that fits) and as an alumni I cheer for this team, cry with this team, yell at TV screens, etc.  Last year our football coach, from WV, and resident hero in our state after telling us faithful fans that he would, and I quote, “never leave”, quite to take the University of Michigan’s head coach position.]

Okay, back to the new affliction, during a conversation with a guy I barely knew he casually mentioned that his school, Dayton, was going to play Michigan this fall.  The mere mention of Michigan brought forth in me a string of profanity that would make your average sailor or i-banker blush – things like I want to see them go 0-12, bastar … I think I used the term SOB a couple times, etc.  It was like a fit and I couldn’t stop.

Mountaineer Turrets: the uncontrollable uttering of profanity and anger toward Rich Rodriguez and the University of Michigan

Even writing this I think – University of Michigan and the first phrase that pops into my head is ‘SOB.’  It’s odd, because in my right mind I don’t have a real issue with U of M (SOB) but my mind makes the quick jump between U of M, to Rich then to SOB.

I know it’ll go away, but how long do I have to avoid sports conversations with strangers as to avoid embarrassment? Hopefully our new head painter coach can help with this problem, but I’m not holding my breath.