Go Hoos Go!

Disclaimer: If you are a Hokie then you should probably stop reading this blog post now. Although I will say nothing bad about Virginia Tech I will begin to gush about UVA.

Today is the big game! Usually we walk into the UVA v. Tech game knowing that we will probably lose. But this year we have hope. This year our beloved Hoos have had their miracle season and are playing Tech for the ACC coastal title. Now I am very much aware that UVA is not known as a football school but  to see our team finish out the year on a winning note would be so fulfilling! So go Hoos go! And whether we win or lose I will always be proud to be a Hoo!

Some of the reasons I am thankful to be a Hoo....



The Lawn




My amazing boyfriend is a Hoo as well (and he lets me steal his hat)

 
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The beautiful gardens that surrond the grounds





 My sister is a Hokie and it provides a great family rivalry (Here we are at Madline's VT graduation)



The amazing football stadium that has provided a home for our dream season

I will leave you with my new favorite poem!

And then they'll do something I hate most of all!
Every Hoo down in Hooville, the tall and the small,
They'll stand close together, with wine glasses brimming.
They'll stand hand-in-hand, and those Hoos will start singing!
And they'll sing! And they'll sing! And they'll SING! SING! SING! SING!'
And the more Bud Foster thought of this Hoo football Sing,
The more Bud Foster thought, 'I must stop this whole thing!

With just minutes left to play, all the Hoos, small and tall,
Were cheering their loudest when UVA got the ball

Backed up at their twenty, Rocco’s best they would need,
If they wanted to erase the three-point Hokie lead.

Bud sent Exum to blitz, but UVA went play-action,
While Bud smugly turned round to see the Hoo faithful’s reaction.
"Pooh-pooh to the Hoos!" Bud was grinchily grinning.
"They're shaking right now that the Hokies are winning!
They're just giving up! I know just what they'll do!
Their mouths will hang open a minute or two
Then the Hoos here in Hooville will all cry boo-hoo!

That's a noise," grinned Bud Foster, "that I simply must hear!"
He paused, and then Bud put a hand to his ear.

And he did hear a sound rising over the land.
It started in the band, then spread all through the stands!

But this sound wasn't sad!
Why, this sound sounded glad!

Every Hoo down in Hooville, the young and the old,
Was singing with joy and elation untold!

He hadn't stopped London from winning! He’d won!
Somehow or other, the Tech streak was done!

And Foster, with his teeth and his beard clenched with rage,
Waved his fists and shrieked like an ape in a cage!

“They won without Wilson! They won without Coale!
They won without Hosely, Thomas, or Coles!"

He complained to the refs till his jaws were sore.
Then Bud thought of something he hadn't before.

Maybe London, he thought, isn’t just some dumb heel
Maybe London, perhaps, is the real freaking deal!

Now lets go Hoos!