I’m not a native of
This week, we suffered a tragic death in the family when Bill Stewart collapsed and died on the golf course at Stonewall Resort. Stew exemplified all we love about
Nothing I write in this column can top the thousands of stories we’ve heard over the last couple of days about the man we affectingly knew as "Coach Stew." Therefore, I won’t even try. I wasn’t personally acquainted with the man. I knew him only from his public personae, but all indications are it never changed when cameras and microphones were away. But like most
Part of my cherished duties here at MetroNews is to work as the sideline reporter every December at the Super Six Football Championship games in
The most memorable came during the Class AAA title game in 2004, Martinsburg was playing
I carefully told him who I was and wondered if he’d spend a few moments with me. You would have thought I had invited him to deliver the President’s inaugural address. He was as genuine, honest, and open as anybody I had ever spoken too. He even waited patiently as a play on the field interrupted our conversation three times and he picked it back up where he left off when Fred Persinger handed it back to us.
I wrapped up the interview and thanked him for his time, but it was after we were off the air Stew really made me feel special. He launched into what amounted to an oral recitation of my career. He told me he had been an avid listener to West Virginia Outdoors for years and enjoyed the discussion every Saturday morning about hunting and fishing. He went on to say he wasn’t a big hunter, simply because his busy time of the year was in the fall. But then he regaled me for another 10 minutes with stories of fishing off the banks of the
I walked away from the conversation floating on a cloud. The encounter made the Fiesta Bowl victory over
It was hard to report the story of his sudden death this week. Reading the story on the radio felt very much like informing a family they’d lost a cherished loved one. Truthfully, we did.