By the time I arrived to the first tailgate of the season at 9:30 a.m., I felt like I was wrapped in a thin layer of Saran wrap. The day started off so steamy I felt like I was breathing through a straw by the time I made the 1.8 mile trek from our hotel to the gold lot.
But West Virginia fans are as hardy as the Appalachian Mountains, and sweltering heat and humidity aren’t going to keep us from celebrating the most exciting Saturday of the year.
At about 3:30 p.m., however, Mother Nature did an about-face and the sky suddenly opened up with monsoon-like rain. The students tailgating next to us rushed for cover under our canopy tent.
My Bose sound system never stopped playing as we swayed and sang “Country Roads” and “Piano Man” in unison.
Dave also didn’t pass up the opportunity to continue grilling and making sure folks were well fed.