The Mountaineers Take Advantage of Civilization, Attend Strip Club

I have to question the validity of a blog called Crooked Straight - On The Rocks (I am not one for oxymoronic silliness), but this is probably too good not to post. The account is from what appears to be some kind of blogging strip club frequenters (because if anyone should be blogging it should be them), claiming that four members of the West Virginia basketball team frequented a strip club the night before the Mountaineers' Saturday game at South Florida.

So the guys are fun, and apparently have money. This was confirmed for me when the cats lined up at the stage and started making it rain on the girls. Not Benjis or Jacksons or anything, but there were certainly laying more money out there than I ever had in college. Either they all have wealthy families or the fine taxpayers of West Virginia, who dole out the cash for these guys' per diem, were instead financing the careers of Brooklyn, Chloe and Sparkle.

Anyone who says college athletes need to be paid is an idiot.

So the party is jumping so much, and these guys are spending so much money, that Rusty jumps on stage for a rare set. Now, she doesn't need to remove clothing. Pants are unbuttoned and ride a little lower, and the top is unbuttoned to let the twins breathe much easier. But she's definitely sexy and knows how to move, and the guys are now in awe. Literally. Jaws hanging.

Oh, there's more. (Note: I'm not sure which is funnier, the players at the strip club or Crooked Straight's distinct prose).

The college kids are pretending they're Pacman Jones. Rusty's grinding on them in their seats. Good times for everyone.

After three songs, Rusty retires back behind the bar, but these guys have a curfew and have to get moving. Now, I don't know if a request or an offer was made, but the arrangement was made for Rusty to give each of these guys a private dance as well, whenever they weren't getting dances from one of the girls. So she's shuttling back and forth to the back for four more songs, grabbing the hand of a different kid each time. End of every song, some 6'6 20-year-old comes stumbling out of the back trying to play it off like he isn't in love.

Trust, Rusty can do the damn thang.

I trust you TJ from Crooked Straight and judging by your pic and personal quote, "I can drink a whole Hennessey fifth ... some call that a problem but I call it a gift," others should as well. Certainly a stripper named "Rusty" is quite appealing, especially to people living in West Virginia. He claims it was Big East All Ugly Team member Jamie Smalligan, along with Wellington Smith, John Flowers and Da'Sean Butler, but it "is not guaranteed info, because I was tipsy and it's a dark-ass club, so no libel suits please." For the record, according to this enterprising blogger, none of the players drank any alcohol as none were 21 and they left early to meet curfew, you know, after the lap dances.

All in all, I'm not sure what the big deal is. I'm sure the boys from West Virginia just wanted to see a stripper with teeth and no incestuous children living inside of her.