WVU Mountaineers Fans:
                                        
                                 
                                                    This is the face of child abuse...

Why they are Jerks: Let me make this perfectly clear.  WVU fans are amateurs.  During college I was thee fanatical basketball fan.  I waged mental warfare within the band box gymnasium that was the home court for my small liberal arts college stuck in a corn field.  I sat at half court and played cerebral assassin to the visitor.  Chants. Personal attacks. Obnoxious noise that would deafen those around me. All was fair game. I figured I was good for at least three defensive stops and a couple missed free throws per game. I am not kidding. But I never would have dreamed of throwing stuff at players or coaches.

If WVU fans want to have foul and curse laced chants; that’s cool.  I can’t even pretend to be offended by this.  But throwing a 50 cent piece at the team bench?  Throwing stuff on the court?   That is where the line is crossed for me.  I mercilessly rag on Philadelphia Phans for the antics they pull but at least it has been awhile since they stoned a rival with batteries. For West Virginia fans the idea of home court advantage appears to mean pelting the court with whatever isn’t nailed down.  Eers’ fans were so unruly, they actually made Bob Huggins look like a decent human being.  Do you know how hard that is?  WVU fans have only proven what Pitt fans have always thought of them to the rest of the nation.  You are a bunch of redneck hicks. 

Go on act proud to be a hick.  Own it.  Go burn some furniture.  Nothing say WVU won (or lost) like a Molotov ottoman on campus.  “Did we win or lose?  Who cares I have a barcalounger and some lighter fluid!”  

                         
                 Google WVU Fan and this is the first image that pops up... Need I say more?

Throwing stuff on the court and burning living room accessories is for amateurs who lack the creativity to come up with a chant better than Shit on Pitt.  Congratulations...your unoriginal redneck ass now belongs to the Jerk Store.   I can’t wait for the rematch at the Pete. I hope the Oakland Zoo lives up to it's name.

Thanks for coming and suckling on Daddy's Sugar Ball...
Bearcat