HOLYFUCKINGSHITOHIOSTATEPLAYSFORTHENATIONALCHAMPIONSHIPINALITTLEUNDERELEVENHOURSFROMTHISVERYFREAKINGMOMENTWEPLAYFOROURSECONDNATIONALCHAMPIONSHIPINFOURSEASONSANDWEGETTHECHANCETOBEATANSECTEAMTODOITISHOULDBETAILGATINGINAPARKINGLOTINGLENDALEARIZONAATTHISVERYINSTANTAUUGHIHAVENOIDEAHOWIWILLMAKEITTHROUGHTHEDAY. OK. I’m going to do some laundry now.
Brutus is ready as well.
OK. It took a while, thanks to this nasty bug, but I’m finally there. I’m watching a stream of the Buckeye Bash in Glendale. My folks got out to Phoenix today, and I’m looking for them in the crowd shots. But I’m also watching guys from the 2002 team speaking to Buckeye Nation, and I… Read More ahhhh.
So it’s the morning of Dec. 28, and The Wife and I are meeting Fred and Ethel for breakfast at Nancy’s, a North High Street diner/dive and a campus-area institution for at least a couple of decades. Four seats open up at one of the counters, and we shuffle over to claim them; as we… Read More my close personal friend.
Jerry’s going with the Buckeyes.
My head is slowly clearing, just in time to be able to focus on Monday’s game. I feel like I’ve been slacking a bit, while I try to recovered from whatever bug kicked my ass this week. But now it’s time, sickness or not — sometimes, Dan Jenkins says, you gotta play hurt. Some thoughts… Read More the fog lifts.
