Me, Bill Richardson and Greg Wriston, standing in Wriston's front yard in beautiful Lost Creek, W.V., the afternoon of the recent Thursday WVU-Maryland football clash.
Trip summary: The Wings Olé wings are still as amazing as they were 25 years ago (has it REALLY been 25 years ago?!), even without beer to wash them down. Mountaineer Field is still among the loudest in the land, especially when the 'Eers jump out to a 28-zip first-quarter lead. The two-plus hours it takes to vacate Morgantown after a game seem a LOT longer when that happens as the clock strikes 2 a.m. Trips down Memory Lane are all the more sweet when spent with true friends.
I often wonder how different my life would have been had frat brothers Bill and Greg not already graduated by the time I became a West Virginia Wesleyan Bobcat … especially Richardson. We have enough stories as it is.
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