What’s a Hokie?
I am.
football fans that hail from Blacksburg, VA
I’m pretty sure when I die, heaven is going to be a Thursday night Virginia Tech football game in Lane Stadium. Sitting in North End Zone surrounded by a sea of maroon and orange, hoping to spot the Hokie Bird, and waiting for the next touchdown so you can grab the person closest to you and lift them in the air once for every point on the board, and of course finishing the night with a win, fireworks, and probably a rush onto the field.
Let’s not forget the countless fall Sunday afternoons spent decked out in our HiPeak-produced self-designed Cru powderpuff football jerseys going head-to-head against all of our friends.
Or theme dinners at D2.
Midwinters.
Countless Cru dance parties.
Midnight hikes to MacAfee’s Knob.
DX.
Nachos at DX.
Siberia.
The sunrise gang.
Finding sanctuary in the chapel.
How about night of prayer on Wednseday nights, anybody remember that?
Yellow cake with chocolate icing.
Stick it in.
Spring break trips.
Floyd County Jamboree.
That freakin cannon that regardless of how many times it went off it still scared the crap out of me.
Burruss Hall bells playing the Beatles.
The Duck Pond.
Snowmageddon of 2010.
Gallon challenges.
West AJ and it’s crossover lounges.
Wind Rock.
The quarry.
The segway cop.
Caving.
Creative dates.
Hokie shaped face tattoo tan lines.
The booths.
The Cascades.
The pumpkin patch and the worst corn maze ever.
Momoyama.
IHOP.
Gingerbread houses.
Half birthdays.
Whiteboard art.
The secret game.
Road trips in the Woody.
The fall.
The Drunken Toucan.
Christmas at the Inn.
And of course, Thursday nights.
I may be thousands of miles away from Blacksburg but my heart still beats for Virginia Tech, I still bleed maroon and orange, I still hate UVA, I still jump when I hear “Enter Sandman”, and I still believe that the Hokie Pokie is America’s favorite song.
Don’t stop believing.
