A column by Ben Hochman of the St. Louis Post-Dispatch
MORGANTOWN, W.Va. — It’s now the night of game day, and it’s a little blurry and slurry in here.
Dozens of sun-fried football fans devour fried food. They slurp beer. They munch on nachos that have jalapeno peppers marinated in tequila. Hours ago, their Mountaineers beat Missouri. Now, their smartphones on low battery state that it’s 8:30 p.m. here at Kegler’s, where West Virginia fans seem to be grasping onto Saturday as it slowly slips from their grip.
The walls are decorated with autographed sports memorabilia, and over there, with a Joe Namath picture on one side and a Jack Lambert Steelers helmet on the other, is an enormous, dwarfing frame. Inside is a baseball jersey, the name GYORKO screaming across the back.
In most cities, they can’t even pronounce that, but here in Jedd’s hometown, Gyorko is part of the local vocabulary, just like saying “hometown” as “houmetown” is part of the local vernacular.
And over at the bar, that guy’s got to be related, right? His face looks just like Jedd’s, except for the West Virginia-esque bushy beard…