The title of the previous post was only a partial joke. My voice is just now getting back to normal. But that’s not the only part of me that needed to recover from Saturday’s classic, an up-and-down afternoon that left Uncle Crappy and the rest of tailgating crew gasping. Here’s a rundown of the day.… Read More perfect.

I’m still a little overwhelmed by Saturday’s game, so I’m still in the middle of writing my reaction to the whole thing. In the meantime, here’s what the end of the game looked like from 10C.

It’s time. The truck is almost loaded, and in one hour we’ll be in the parking lot. The preparations and the hype have been fun, and today’s tailgate party is going to be epic. But in the end, only one thing matters. Troy Smith gave Michigan fits in Ohio Stadium two years ago. He did… Read More ready.

It’s fitting that Woody and Bo will get to watch the biggest-ever game in the Ohio State-Michigam rivalry together. Although I imagine those cantankerous old bastards won’t get around to speaking to each other tomorrow, just as they didn’t speak to each other during the 10 years they went head to head.

The Wife and I got to Columbus last night, got some excellent sushi and Korean at a little restaurant not to far from my folks’ house and went to bed. We’ll be out this morning, getting all the stuff we need for tomorrow’s epic tailgate. And then we’ll be back here for the cooking and… Read More home game.

Uncle Crappy needs your help. I’ve been working on developing a new philosophy, sort of a Zen-like set of guidelines to help one get through the everyday trials of life. Life, and, uh, football. It’s called The Way of the Sweater Vest. I’ve identified a few tenets of its teachings, but I’d like to hear… Read More the way.