Saturday, November 22, 2008

The Ohio State University Versus Whatever From Michigan

Tom Blogical mentioned I hadn't written anything about The Game and he is right. If you have to ask what is The Game, you have the disappointing karma to not be from Ohio. Sorry, but I cannot help you with that. I was born and raised here in the great state of Ohio and, yes, I thanked God for it for many reasons, but mostly because I am a Buckeye.

People joke that a buckeye is a bitter and useless nut which is untrue. It has many uses such as stunning fish and other smelly things, but mostly it is a good-luck charm that actually works. It is no joke that a wolverine is smelly, mangy and general nuisance to all that come in contact with it, but at least a wolverine will skulk away when it comes in contact with its betters which includes all other life forms. It is said that a wolverine could attend another college except for the fact that those other colleges do not allow wolverines crayons for school work nor for snacks before their afternoon nap.

I started watching the OSU VS Michigan game before God made dirt which was when I was young. My father, a graduate of The Ohio State University and Medical School, took me to my first game before I was one year old. It is a lesson that has stayed with me ever since. A young Hop Cassidy almost single handedly beat Michigan proving a single OSU player could beat 11 Michigan players. My father proudly reported that when Michigan scored a touchdown that I filled my diapers with a stands clearing deposit. Michigan didn't score again that game and I like to think I had a small part in that victory because my Dad said I had the "poop" on Michigan from the get go.

My son, a graduate of The Ohio State University who roomed with Hawk who I witnessed eating a 2 lb London Broil by himself at my table, is on his way with a few hundred of his friends for our annual Beat Michigan Party here at the house.

This is The Game and I love it. It is also a reminder that God is always right. Why else would I get to be with my son remembering my father as we eat tons of food grilled in the cold with Buckeyes from all over the state watching the world order be reaffirmed as OSU beats Michigan?