A Buckeye by any other name
So this is more or less a short life story of everything that has ever mattered to me. A short narration of my life’s events and what landed me on this most glorious site.
I grew up in the state of Florida until I was about 15 years old. Our family didn’t have any real ties to anyone university. A cousin that went to UF, some crazy aunt who lived in Tennessee and though Peyton Manning still played there, and an Aunt was an SEC fan(I still to this day don’t get how they love the whole conference. I understand a couple teams that play on opposite sides, but the whole thing?). So naturally I rooted for Florida just based off of what apparel was at easiest access. I played football but I didn’t really watch much at the time (I guess you can get over loaded after a while). Finally I hit the jack pot when I was asked if I wanted to move in with my Aunt and Uncle in Toledo, OH. My main thought was this “I would be going to a school with a worse football team then the 6A powerhouse that is Vero Beach. So now maybe I’ll get a shot to start”. Needless to say I jumped at the idea, I’ll also note I did not receive any more play time and quit because honestly the coach was too much of a hardass for me. So here I was on day 1 walking down the halls with my newest UF National Champions T-shirt. I was the king of trolls as strutted my stuff all around campus. I would try to incite arguments in every class that I would walk into. That is until I would hit my 6th period gym class, where I met who would become my best friend Matt. Matt may just be the biggest Buckeye fanatic I’ve every personally met. So naturally he didn’t back away from any arguments I would make. As the leaves began to change the town became really odd to me. Everyone usually wore their team colors with pride, but this felt different. It was the middle of November and the colors seemed more vibrant. The maize and blue was clashing with the scarlet and grey in a whole new view. I was almost jealous of the fans on both sides. They had something I did not (I’m still a massive troll if this helps to explain). They had a neighbor, a brother, a teacher, hell they had their rival constantly in their face. The arguments would get heated and some would seemingly be on the verge of violence. These two schools hated each other in a way that I envied. Competition bred success with these two schools, and their fan bases lived and died with them. I’ll say this, yes Florida hates Florida State. It is just not the same passion. If Florida State beats Florida the shame only lasts for a few days. It truly doesn’t rip the beating hearts from the chest of its fan base. Matt once said this to me and I’ll always remember it “Man I’d rather have the Bucks go 1-11 and beat Michigan than go 11-1 and lose to Michigan. At first it made no sense to me. It is only one game, why does it matter? I’ve now come to realize it’s not just a game it is in fact “The Game”.
I watched the first game in complete awe and I found myself humming to the Buckeye Battle Cry. The scarlet and grey colors that so perfectly matched together. I found myself after the game getting rid of every Florida shirt I owned. I wanted to be a buckeye, more than I had ever wanted anything. I wanted to be one of those fans who would scream at the TV with a stupid fat head sticker on the wall. I wanted to go to the shoe and scream “what the F*ck is a hooiser”. Much to my shock that fans I was around were so okay with my recent turn coat from my home state (which by the way I know longer consider home). Years later I sat through ups and downs. I sat through Joe Bauserman and his wonderful pass charts. I really am down to my core a buckeye, and not just one who buys the easiest to find apparel. The military has since sent me back to Florida. When people ask me who I root for it so easily come out THE Ohio State of course.
Just last week I was sitting in mickey D’s with my Ohio state knows, grey sweat pants, and Brutus hat when I hear O-H. Looking up and not missing a beat I responded with a loud I-O. A stunning woman was standing there with the biggest smile and an tOSU shirt on. We sat and talked about our favorite moments. I told her much of this story and we delighted in finding another fan. To cap this story with an amazing ending…on November 23rd in Columbus Ohio I will be attending my first game. I get chills at night thinking about it, and I couldn’t be happier. Maybe I was born an orange, but I want to die in a grove of Buckeyes.