Hooters in Charleston, WV is the worst place ever to watch a WVU game. Is it because the women are so hot that you cannot pay attention to the TV? No. Our waitress was 40 years old, had a bigger beer gut than me, and looked like someone tried to shove a 2 x 4 between her front teeth. So, is it because they have crappy TV’s? No.
The reason it is such a bad place to watch a WVU game is because they don’t fucking show the games. Well, let me correct that a little: they begin showing the game and then turn it off for the preview for UFC fights. Not the fight, mind you, but the fucking PREVIEW. FUCK YOU HOOTERS. This is the state capital of West “By God” Virginia and you can't watch the biggest game of the year at a fucking sports bar. FUCK YOU HOOTERS. I will never, EVER go there again...unless Marisa Miller is a guest waitress.
Marshall fans: y’all are idiots. First, you can't wait to play WVU because you want to show us just how good you are. Now, you can't wait to get us off your schedule so you can go back to “pretending” you are relevant in college football. Bravo, Marshall. Way to make me hate you even more.