The Sugar Bowl. The Fiesta Bowl. The Final Four. Orange ya glad we dropped 70 on Clemson?

All of these are proud moments in the history of West Virginia University sports. From 2006 to 2012, the WVU Football and Basketball teams were perennial top 25 teams, always in the mix for a conference and even a national championship.


Then, in a flash, it all changed.

In October 2012, West Virginia University president Jim Clements announced that the school would be buying over 40 properties in the Sunnyside area, and many students living in the area would need to start searching for new places to live immediately.


One of these places was Mutts.


A local bar in Morgantown, Mutts had a longstanding history of being a great hangout spot. Featuring cheap beer, free pool, and a deck, it was a staple to student life at WVU. Students poured into Mutts every night of the week to get drunk, meet girls, and live the WVU lifestyle.


The West Virginia University football team had just come off a stunning victory at Texas and climbed to the number 5 spot in the national rankings over the weekend when the announcement was made the Mutts was to be closed. ESPN analysts were praising the high-powered offense the Dana, Geno, and Tavon were orchestrating. Their next game was against the inferior Texas Tech, a team the mountaineers were projected to decimate by double digits.


They lost by 35.


It didn’t end there, either. The mountaineer’s proceeded to lose their next four games and drop themselves into the lowly Pinstripe Bowl, getting blown out there, too.


On the basketball court, the mountaineer’s were expecting big things. They were coming off a tough loss in the last season’s NCAA Tournament game against Gonzaga, but were slated to start the season against the same Gonzaga team. It was to be a close game, experts said.


It wasn’t.


WVU was run off the court, losing by 34 points, in what would turn out to be a preview of the entire 2012-2013 season. The team finished the year at 13-19, the first sub .500 season for mountaineer hoops since 2003 and coach Huggins worst season since 1985.


The 2013 season was seen as a rebuilding year for the football team, but expectations were still high. WVU was expected to visit at the very least a lower tier bowl game. With the year winding down, the mountaineer’s needed to win two games to make a record 12th straight bowl game. The games were against struggling Iowa State and a Kansas team that hadn’t won a conference game in their last 27 tries, dating back to the 2010 season.


The team lost both games.


It was the #MuttsCurse.


West Virginia University basketball was poised for a bounce back year in 2013. After starting conference play hot, the team proceeded to lose seven of their last ten and fall off of the NCAA Tournament bubble.

Just a few days after the final game was played (a loss to Georgetown in the NIT,) Eron Harris, the standout sophomore sharp-shooter who led the team in 3-point percentage and was second in scoring, announced that he would be transferring away from WVU, even though every player would be returning next season.


The #MuttsCurse strikes again.


Mutts was closed late in the 2012 fall semester. Since then, the WVU football and basketball teams have gone a combined 36-49.


This is not a coincidence.


Mutts was not only a bar, but was a way of life.


When that life was taken, so was the life of mountaineer athletics.

RIP Sunnyside.

RIP Mutts.









    Today in my media writing class, we were given an assignment to go out and watch something of our choice for 30 minutes, return back, and then write a short piece describing the scene before class ended. I gave it my best shot.


 Any living creature has a hard time adapting to a new environment. From bird to bear, hyena to human- all things feel uneasy in an unfamiliar place. As I sat down to decide on my scene idea, a family of four was sat next to me. Just as any species, the family appeared to be struggling to adapt.

     They were a typical American “modern family,” with a mom surveying the environment with tiger like focus, the father staring aimlessly into his lap, the son playing his new-fangled game machine, and the daughter, the prospective student, taking selfies while donning her West Virginia University “here’s where I’m from and here’s what I want to do with my life” name tag. They had yet to speak to each other.

       As time went on, the daughter started talking. She was wondering what time they were going to be home this evening, for she had a lacrosse game to attend. The mother immediately shot her a look of motherly disgust and dismissed the question.

       Continuing my survey, the mother seemed to catch on. Every time she would say something, she would immediately look to see if I was writing. The tiger- the ultimate protector- felt threatened by a mere pen and paper.

     The family got up and left me a few minutes later. It is amazing to me how people yearn for friendship, for acceptance, for normalcy- yet will go to great lengths to separate themselves from it.