Memo to TSO:
One of my daughters has a boyfriend from Ohio, a fanatical Buckeye fan. This does not make for peace in the valley. I have urged her to be gracious in victory, as they have been conducting a season-long war - sorry, discussion - concerning the relative merits of Big Ten and SEC football. By halftime he was reportedly in a state of near clinical depression. A post-game cell call, in which I had intended to repeat the admonition, was badly disjointed as I had interrupted her in the process of rubbing it in, a cruelty that she intended he endure for all the next week and possibly into perpetuity. I tried to explain that it was just football, a mere game, but she wasn't having any: "Oh yeah, right. This isn't just football, Dad." Yes, I admitted, it was so much more, and that's the problem. Which I don't wish to sermonize on at the moment.
I confess to feeling bad for some of the Buckeye fans. Their expressions were simply folorn and disbelieving. Then I remembered what those faces would look like if things had gone differently. They showed a little boy crying. Of course, the camera can't tell you what he's crying about. He might have said, "Daddy, I have to pee," and the old man turns to him and says, "How can you have to pee when the Buckeyes have the ball?"
I was also a little disappointed that we didn't get to see the Heisman Trophy winner show his stuff. It wasn't his fault, though. He needed help and couldn't get any.
Well, I have believed all year that the SEC is the toughest, and now that it's all over, I'll tell you who the number two team in the nation is: LSU. They can beat anybody anytime. And Ohio State is now 0-8 in bowl games against SEC opponents.
This is not to rub it in, TS, because I can't overemphasize how unimportant it all is. Neither do I wish to deprive people of their enthusiasms, merely to temper them. Besides, I can't torment a fellow who puts me on the list of his favorite books for the past year. Thanks, my friend. For that I could have suffered a Buckeye victory.
For now, the victory goes to this guy, who finally proved his worth to some reprehensibly fickle Gator fans who actually booed him at certain times during the season. Fans ought to remember that the guys on the field take the hits, not the wannabes in the bleachers: