I was in this same situation. Born in Marion, OH then moved to South Carolina when I was 4 years old. My mother took me to Ohio State hospital where they found out about my deafness since I was probably born with it. That's my only true connection to the Ohio State University.
My grandfather gave me a Buckeye nut to put in my sock before my little league game and said it will bring me luck. I went out and pitched one of my best games ever and I believed him. I ended up taking OSU's side against South Carolina, but they lost twice to the Gamecocks and I couldn't stand that. When they started showing Ohio State games more on TV, especially when they won it all in 2002. I fell in love with them with fierce passion.
Fast forwarding to today, I'm taking my father to Big Ten Championship game for our first game together to watch the Buckeyes and I feel like it'll be the greatest present that I could give to my father. Especially after my grandfather passed away last year when they were in midst of the winning streak (My grandfather has never been able to attend one single Ohio State game in his whole life since they were kind of poor). I carried his casket in the front, along with my father. I realized that I cannot let that happen to us and we must make the most out of what we have. We both share the same fire for our home state of Ohio and this is my way of paying it forward, out of respect for my grandfather.