This article may be a few days stale, but time to post has been scarce recently. Between getting settled in to the college atmosphere, meeting new people, and finding out that, in college, the word “homework” really means, “cruel amounts of tedious reading,” the blog had been utterly lost. Never fear, for I am back, this time with even more marginal writing and untrained opinion.
My first Saturday on campus, however, proved to be an interesting one. It is often said that all Ohioans are Buckeyes at heart. This is not the case when the nation’s number 5 party school outplays the nation’s number 5 football team for three-plus quarters. I had long known that my first weekend as a collegian would pit my current school against the one I had grown up adoring, and I had also long made the decision that while I may be green and white on the surface, I would always bleed scarlet and gray. Thus, much to the chagrin of my peers, I donned an outfit that would clearly state my allegiance without being overzealous: a scarlet OSU tee. Yet, at halftime, when my game-watching locale evolved from the dormitory to North Congress St., drastic times were calling, and I was left without a choice but to throw on my lucky #45 Archie Griffin throwback. Needless to say, when walking down Court St. and the aforementioned luck hadn’t exactly kicked in yet (see: OU’s recovered fumble in the endzone in the third quarter), all the Athenian bar-hoppers had their fair share of fun with me.
At this point, I realize that I’m at a crossroads (literally and figuratively): If OU does manage to do the unthinkable, how am I supposed to have the dignity to venture about campus in my finest Saturday attire? There’s no way I make it back to the dorm until the late night (or early morning). When I finally reach my second half viewing destination, I find to my surprise that I’m still the only one openly supporting the Buckeyes. Of course, this made the fourth quarter all that more enjoyable, but my early afternoon all the more stressful. Needless to say, this was an eventful day, but perhaps the most humorous part of it came late at night when I ran into a group of football players out in the street who insisted that I take the jersey off. Somehow, my frightened logic of, “but it’s Archie!” worked on them, and they let me on my way (if you’ve ever seen me, you know that I would have lasted about 2 seconds against any college athlete, except maybe the chess team).
So in the end, maybe we really are all Buckeyes deep down.
