That Good Old Song of Wahoowa,
We’ll sing it o’er and o’er.
It cheers our heart and warms the blood
To hear them shout and roar.
We come from old Virginia,
Where all is bright and gay.
Let’s all join hands and give a yell
For dear old UVa
Along the walk to the stadium, we saw a bear…
In the woods…
Only fitting to snap some pictures of my cubs with him…
Of all the things in life, these moments are the most precious. And I cherish them…
P.S. Go Hoos!
P.P.S. If anyone tells you we left before the ultra-exciting end of the game, don’t believe them. They lie…
Oh, alright… We did, but we listened to it on Morgan’s phone walking back to the car, so it still felt as if we were there.