Post Loss Musings From an OSU Fan On What May Actually Kill Football

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.

Why do I hate Michigan?

My last post was a dissertation on some behavioral observations about Michigan fans on the shallow end of their fanbase gene pool.  I mentioned that someday I would describe my history as an OSU fan, and in order to do that post justice, it was necessary to do some introspection on just why TTUN is just so God awful.

Malaise and Blues

This is the first post about college football and I may be putting the cart before the horse but this topic is timely.  Some day there will be a post on my evolution as fan of Ohio State football, but this isn’t it.  Also, noting my allegiance, it may seem odd that I refer to a certain program by name here.  There are plenty of other derisive names to use when referring to that team, and I use them often; but for this post I’ll step back from all of that just to avoid turning this into some sort of rivalry shtick.  And one last thing before getting started…