Well it’s that time of year again. The time of year when, were I back in the states, I would have honed and perfected the ability to dip a tortilla chip into some yummy, scrumptious Velveeta and salsa dip just before the ball was snapped so that I could yell out "Interception! Fumble recovery!" while the Buckeyes are on defense against Michigan. Yes, it is that time of year.
This year, apparently, The Game has reached epic proportions since so much is at stake for both teams. Read the Slate article here.
I am an Ohio State fan by birth. I have never attended Ohio State or even lived in Columbus, save for six months when I was about four. But, in the same way that people are born into Catholicism or royalty, I was born into cheering for Ohio State. I wish I had a few pictures to post of me as a baby in my Ohio State sweat suit, me at the Rose Bowl with my family in 1997 and me one year in college where a friend and I watched the Ohio State/Michigan game in which my friend is waving a paper flag that says "Michigan sucks goat balls" and has a block O on her fur trapper hat (she was from Kalamazoo, MI). It is a classic picture but alas, none of these are digital and not even here with me in Turkey to scan. The point is I am a big OSU fan (or as big as a nerdy temporary, ex-pat can be). And I hope Ohio State wins. Amen.
Visit this blog and scroll down to the post "Ohio State Football" to see some great footage from the Northwestern game last year of the band.
It’s true that Ohio State football has the vestiges of a religion with the traditions, ceremony, saints and prayers. I love it. I will probably be unable to see the game today in real time. Although, we met a Michigan fan at darts who is taping the game so maybe I will get to see it in a few days... But, in the same way that you don't have to attend church to believe, you don't have to see the game to believe. And I believe. Go BUCKS!
UPDATE: Ohio State beat Michigan 42-39...HI-OH!
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