This weekend is going to be confusing.
Ohio State football has been a huge part of my life. I went to my first game when I was eight. There been just one season since when I haven’t attended at least one game in person, and my excuse for that one was pretty good — I was in Army basic training in Kentucky.
People who see the Ohio State gear I wear assume OSU is my Alma mater. My desk is covered with Ohio State buttons and pennants, and I have old newspaper pages featuring national championships and wins over Michigan tacked up on the cubicle walls.
And there’s the problem — with the exception of a summertime art class when I was about 10, I didn’t take a single class at Ohio State.
I am a proud graduate of Ohio University. And on Saturday, OU plays in Ohio Stadium in Columbus for just the second time in my 41 years.
The Wife and I are Ohio State season ticket holders. If you were able to watch us in action on a typical Saturday, you’d think we’re two more devoted alumni of Ohio’s largest university.
And you’d be wrong — we’re semi-devoted alumni of Ohio’s oldest university.
So on Saturday, we’ll be wearing green and white as we sit in our seats in Ohio State’s stadium. We’re not expecting much of a football game — and to be honest, neither of us really want to see OU win this one — but we’re happy for a chance to see OU’s band, the Marching 110, and the fun stuff they do on the field.
Besides the clothing, we don’t actually have to change much. The O-H I-O stuff we can do, because, duh, that’s the name of our school too (I am so going to have fun with that one). I have green Chucks to wear in place of the scarlet and gray ones I broke out for the first time a week ago. We’ll have the same beer, the same food, the same people.
Just a different football team. For one day.