My Worst Ohio State Football Experience Ever

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May 14, 2013 at 4:27p

In a forum thread, someone was talking about how they were getting married the day after the first Buckeye game this year.


This got me thinking about the absolute WORSE experience I had with an Ohio State game... You'll see why it reminds me of this after I tell the story. I'm going to try to paint a very vivid picture in your mind so you can see just how upsetting the experience was.


It was a cool day on the second to last Saturday in October. Me and my fiancé were house shopping at the time and had appointment to view a house (the house we would eventually buy) about 20 minutes away from my parents where we were staying. Our appointment was at 3pm. This was the only time we could see the house that day and it was a HUD home so there was a very strict timeline we had to follow if we wanted to offer on the house. Long story short, if we didn't see the house that day, we probably wouldn't have gotten it.

Now, if you are any bit of an Ohio State fan, you know that there was a game on that day (of course). And if you have a good memory (hell, it doesn't really even have to be that good), you know which game it was. But I will get to that later.

The game started at "high noon" (as douchey douche Beau Bishop would say) and my parents were recording the game and starting it at about 2pm because they had people coming out to watch and those people had something going on and couldn't make it there at noon. So you can see the dilemma I was facing. I could either watch some of the game, pause it and watch it after our appointment, or I could watch it with my parents when we got back from the appointment. Well, my parents decided to wait until we got back to start it so that's what we decided on.

So we went and saw the house and then hurried home so that my parents could start the game. I avoided the radio like the plague and my phone like the bird flu and I was unaware of any updates on the game. It was a week-before-Halloween miracle. I settled in at my parents with some family and friends, grabbed a beer and we started the game up to hopefully enjoy a win. Or so I thought.

My Buckeyes started out pretty slow... They had only scored 7 points by halftime and were down by 6. I was a little worried.

At some point during the game; I can't remember the exact point in time or even who it was, but an Ohio State player went down and was a little banged up. At this point, my sister and my fiancé were sitting beside me. They weren't really watching the game to begin with but came in after half time... I thought it was weird at the time but didn't give it much thought. When they saw the aforementioned player being helped off the field, their conversation went something like this....

Fiancé: Is this when he gets hurt? Is that him?

Sister: No he's not the quarterback.

Me: Hey!! Shut the hell up!!!

They had evidently been talking to someone in the other room who knew what had happened in the game.

They apologized and didn't realize I was listening. But they couldn't keep the secret. They then proceeded to tell me that Braxton Miller would be seriously injured (or so it would seem) and taken to the hospital.


I wasn't happy. The game was close. Ohio State was under-performing. And now I had been informed that they would be without their star quarterback in a short amount of time. I told them to leave me alone so they wouldn't spoil anything else for me.

And then it happened. Just as they said it would. Towards the end of the 3rd quarter, Miller took a read option right up the middle, bounced a little bit to the outside towards the sideline and was pulled down by a Purdue defender after a big game. Looked harmless enough and everyone else around me was pretty excited, but when he didn't get up I knew that this is was the moment that had been spoiled for me.

This, of course, isn't the reason that I call this "my worst buckeye football experience ever". There wasn't anything I could do about it. I wasn't terribly upset that I had found out that Braxton Miller would eventually leave the game and not return. So I continued to watch the game with hope in my eyes and that terrible feeling in my stomach that you get during these close games.

Ohio State was down 6 at this point and things weren't looking good. Purdue got a safety and the Buckeyes were now down 8 and I started to get depressed. And things would only get worse from here.

Ohio State got the ball back on their own 30 with about 6 minutes left. They got one first down and then Kenny G threw an interception. I was devestated. With less than 3 minutes to go in the game, the Buckeyes were down 8 without their star quarterback. It seemed like they needed a miracle to keep their undefeated season alive. Even if they stopped Purdue on this drive, they would probably have less than a minute to go down and score AND execute two-point conversion. Not likely in my eyes.

I sunk down in my seat for a moment and then got up to use the restroom. I walked into the other room and my fiancé asked what was wrong as I was visibly upset.

"They threw and interception," I said. "I don't want to watch anymore."

Now, I wasn't actually giving up and not watching. I was just going to go empty my bladder and come back and watch my beloved Buckeyes get beat for the first time this year. I thought she knew better than to think I would actually stop watching a game. But she didn't....

"No! Don't stop watching!!!!" she said, almost immediately.

BOOM!! That was it. The moment that everything came crashing down.

My fiancé knows me well enough to know that I get super depressed and grumpy when Ohio State loses, just like a lot of other fans. And I know that she knows that. I also knew that she knew the outcome of the game already.

Now, I don't consider myself a genius by any means at all. But you don't have to be a genius to put 2 and 2 together. I knew that there was no way that she would want me to watch the rest of that game unless the Buckeyes won.

So that was it. Now I was even more depressed than I was when I thought they were going to lose. I knew that I had to go back in that room with all of those other people who had no idea what was going to happen. I knew that Ohio State would stop Purdue on that possession after the INT. I knew that, when they were on the 2 yard line with only seconds to go, they would score. I knew that, after that touchdown, they would convert their two point conversion. And I knew they would eventually win in OT.

Some people might say, "Well why were you so upset? You knew they were going to win so you should be happy."

Well part of me was. Of course I was happy that they were going to win. But I couldn't enjoy it.

This was the absolute worse thing ever because, while my dad and mom and aunt and uncle were all screaming their brains out when Jeff Heuerman caught that 2 point conversion pass to send it to overtime, I was sitting slouched in my seat with nothing to get excited about.

Worse Ever.

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