I've experienced the pain of being a Buckeye fan in the 90s. I thought we'd exorcised those demons when Jim Tressel took over and shocked the world in 2002. Then in 2006, I invited a crew of family and friends over to attend a beer and buffalo wing soaked coronation led by our Heisman Trophy winning superstar quarterback. That night, Urban Meyer and his Florida Gators broke my heart into 1,000 pieces. In 2007, I was still numb from it so that loss to LSU didn't hurt so much as it just sucked.
I didn't expect to be CFP champions in 2016 due to the lack of any consistent offensive identity that season. But I expected the game with Clemson to be close, and that we'd have a chance to pull something out like we did against The Team Up North a few weeks earlier. It was New Year's Eve and I was at a party. Many of the people I was surrounded by didn't care about football or OSU nearly as much as I did. There were a few Buckeye haters there too. Everyone was also drunk.
