every day should truly be Saturday... this season changes most gorgeously in this Midwestern air, as the leaves creep a more blood-like crimson red t/o each passing day...
it's Saturday! and it's my first night off in what seems like ages. my boss tried to get me to come in and bartend a wedding party, but I pointed out two facts that it was my one and only day off for a long time, and it is an Ohio State University night game
this year, I moved from the outskirts of campus hipsterdom, do a more downtown grown-up city art chic district
Saturday night I am going to my favorite campus dive bar, across the street (most dangerously) from my former domicile
and drinking my Buckeyes to the ever-hated team from the State of Cheese. most every year, this match-up determined which team would go to the higher BCS bowl. although the times, they are a-changin, tOSU still has a chance when it's a night game in the Horseshoe. our coaching has finally made the transition from maddeningly surreal to actually plausibly fitting the strength of our roster
Wisco's Russel Wilson, a disgraceful ACC ex-pat (who wouldn't want to get away from the Boston College former h/c Tom O'Brien??) might be the best QB in the Big Ten, armed with athleticism + a savvy seniority-fueled intelligence for the game
but tOSU's Braxton Miller still seems like a wild-horse, trying to tame it's nature enough to settle down and play footbaw in its most natural
it's a night game at the Shoe... it's a night game at the Shoe... Fuck Michigan...
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