
Tressels,
I want the Bucks to beat Michigan BADLY this weekend. I don’t want to see the Bucks play a good game, but come up short. I don’t want to see a moral victory. I want to see them win BIG. I want to beat Michigan because of Tim Biakabatuka. I want to beat Michigan because of The Slip. I want to beat them because of wide-left FG attempts in the Eighties. I want to beat them to make the winter seem shorter. I want to beat them to make beer taste better. I want to beat them because of their annoying fight song. I want to beat them because of their ugly helmets. I want to beat them for Charles Lovett Palmer III, Charles Lovett Palmer IV and Charles Lovett Palmer V. I want to beat them because of Charles Woodson. I want to beat them because of Braylon Edwards. I want to beat them for my Uncle Garth. I want the Bucks to pull a “Woody Hayes” & go for 2 even if they are up big late in the 4th quarter. I want Michigan fans to know that OSU is no longer an automatic win – as it was during the Cooper era. I want Michigan fans to quit their annoying counter that Michigan State is their big rival. I want to beat them, so people wearing Michigan apparel in Columbus put that crap in the closet. I want to dash Michigan’s hopes of salvaging their season. I want to beat them for Mr. Kingsboro who annually led us as kids in Script Ohio on the playground @ Tremont Elementry the Friday before the Michigan game. I want to beat them for the Portland Buckeyes. I want to beat them because of Prescott Burgess and Mario Manningham. I want to beat them for Tino. I want to beat them because of Mike Hart. I want to beat them for Austin and his proud singing of his “Ohio State Football Song.” I want to beat them, so we can go win the Rose Bowl (keep your fingers crossed). I want to beat them for Jason “Mr. Green Jeans” Blackburn and his Buckeye-fanatic wife who go to every game — home and away. I want to beat them for (or because of) apple bottom jeans. I want to beat them because of the little dog that bit my friend John after the IU game a few seasons ago. I want to beat them for the Congo van. I want to beat them for kids playing football at Northam Park until early late-Fall sunsets. I want to beat them for 1711 Cardiff Road. I want to beat them for displaced Buckeye fans who think of home. I want to beat them for our gracious host in Phoenix for the 2002 Championship Game. I want to beat them for bragging rights to the biggest rivalry in College Football. I want to beat them for Nels and his generous tailgates. I want to beat them for the Dougherty brothers and their outstanding fried turkey. I want to beat them for those long-time fans who revere the Rose Bowl as the ultimate College Football game — and always will. I want to beat them for my cooking, pacing friend who hosted me for the Penn State game in 2007. I want to beat them because of my frustration trying to get a hot dog in Evanston. I want to beat them for memories under the Buckeye tree in my grandma’s side yard. I want to beat them for family reunions using football Saturdays as the catalyst. I want to beat them for the Buckeye necklaces my Aunt Penny made. I want to beat them to make the Friday night Tommy’s wait shorter. I want to beat them for “Jake’s Place.” I want to beat them for Steiny-gate. I want to beat them for Mike’s sloppy joes. I want to beat them for Brandon Saine taking the time to sign an autograph for every kid in Mrs. Emery’s third grade class. I want to beat them for the kids at Children’s Hospital who unexpectedly received a visit from Troy Smith and Antonio Smith a few years ago the night before the #1 vs. #2 Michigan game.
This list could have no end…
For this game, forget everything you know about these teams up to this point. It doesn’t matter. The numbers don’t mean anything. The previous wins and previous losses have no affect on the outcome of this one game. This game IS the season. All the other games just give us things to cheer about. They are a nice distraction — reasons to get everyone together despite errands and bills. They are comforting traditions — like Buckeyes from the tree in Grandma’s sideyard, running around the stadium with family early gameday Saturdays and the Sunday morning Dispatch.
This week, I’ve been conflicted with simultaneous feelings of masochism and paranoia.
I find myself hoping that Michigan is not this bad. Is there something wrong with me? Oddly, it gives me no pleasure having the sworn enemy viewed as a museum. A place where people can go to view artifacts from a great war that took place a long time ago. An antagonist preserved at 72 degrees and 50% humidity. No real threat of modern-day escape.
However, I can still vividly remember when things were all too real. When Buckeye wide receivers prematurely guaranteed victory. When Jonathan Wells mistakenly cut a run back to the middle of the field and was caught from behind. When pompous Heisman poses were struck.
I find myself projecting these images to 2009 and become uneasy. I know there is something wrong with me.
On paper, the Michigan defense wouldn’t seem formidable. (more…)


It’s the pinnacle…still is and always will be. Ohio State first went in 1921…a couple weeks before Southeast Ohio native Kenesaw Mountain Landis became the first baseball commissioner…and it feels as if it’s been that long since their last appearance. It creates history and rememberance.
After the big win in Happy Valley and Iowa’s shocking loss at home to Northwestern, Tressel has the perfect opportunity to get to his first Rose Bowl. All we need to do is take care of business the next 2 weeks.
We’ve heard everyone in America with a pen or a microphone take their shots at our young Buckeye offense this week. Come on down to Blitz to watch the Buckeyes get back on track by feasting on some Gophers. Read Matt’s Week 7 Preview

Fri, Nov 20, 2009
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