Anti-Wahoo goes to a Virginia Game

By Kelly Marie Voigt

   An Anti-Wahoo (A.W.) is one who doesn't conform to the traditional UVa attitude and doesn't subscribe to Mr. Jefferson's (known as T.J. to the A.W.) academic village. Today we have the opportunity to go along with an A.W. to a UVa football game and see things through his eyes. The A.W. wakes up at about 11am (instead of 8 or 9) on the Saturday of a 12pm home football game. Instead of showering, shaving, and dressing in a suit or khakis, a white dress shirt, orange and/or navy tie and matching cap, and brown dress shoes; he throws on a pair of jeans, shorts, or possibly sweats, an old, worn tee shirt, his favorite cap (since it's supposed to rain) and flip-flops or sneakers. Afterall, he's going to enjoy a rough sport, not to a funeral or a dance. He's not going in order to impress anyone, it is the team's job to impress him. He'd rather be comfortable than to try to show off.

He grabs a Mountain Dew and leaves for the game. He'll have plenty of time to celebrate with a few close friends after his team wins. He believes it is better to have a few good friends to stand behind him than a hundred acquaintances that are around in time to party. Heading across campus (he refuses to call it "the grounds"), he sees the Pro-Wahoos gathering at the tailgates of their vans and all-sport vehicles, and on their way to the game with their reddening faces matching the plastic cups they carry with some sort of alcoholic concoction or another.

Appearantly, some of the Pro-Wahoos have heeded the rain forecasts, for they are sporting the ugly duckboots the A.W. wouldn't be caught dead in and toting neon orange ponchos along with their cushioned bench seats to protect their fannies. The A.W. makes his way through the student enterance and proceeds not to the student section of the stands (bleachers), but to the grassy hill at the end where smoking is permitted. It's not as crowded there and for the most part, people are dressed sensibly (leaving their khakis and ties at home). He chooses a spot to the right of the "V" shaped bush cluster and relaxes until the game starts.

Although he is anti-wahoo, he is not anti-virginia and cheers avidly for the team. He even partakes, partially, in "The Good Ole' Song". He doesn't sing the actual song part or sway to and fro hugging his neighbor, but does try to get through the "Wahoo- wah, Wahoo-wah, Uni-V, Virginia; Hoo-ra-ray, Hoo-ra-ray, ray, ray, UVa", missing a wah, a hoo, or a ray every now and then.

At half-time, the A.W. doesn't go back to the concession stands, back to any tailgate party, nor stick around for Frisbee- Dogs. He heads toward the Tree House for some pizza or a burger (which of course can be charged to his plus dollars). He monitors the progress of half-time on T.V.. Close to the end of half-time he goes back and resumes his place on the grassy hill. He cheers a little and by the fourth quarter, prays that the team doesn't choke. The game is close and he can't stay seated any longer, getting caught up in the excitement of it. At last, Virginia makes the final score and the time runs out. He cheers on the victory and waits to see if the fans will rush the field before going back with his friends for a little victory celebration of intoxicated merriment. For although he may be anti-wahoo, he is always willing to participate in some mishcevious fun.