Time Traveler here,
The earth winter has always been traditionally my "quiet time", as I still come to !!W almost daily when I am in this sector of spacetime, but rarely comment.
This article, however, stimulated my commentariotness. So, I greet you humans. Happiness to your harried pits.
As the college football world will soon see, the three headed monstrosity lurking at Ohio State will raise its head and gaze upon the contenders that take the field against them. Even now, the OSU staff surveys, and plots, plans...and improves.
And come September...it is time to pummel.
But the final outcome...one you will witness yourselves in January of 2016, tickled the continuum past as it addressed that historic sports assumption that "two quarterbacks are the same as no quarterbacks." The three headed monster of future greats Miller, Jones, and Barrett will (and has) forced a caveat in the ancient annals which read, "unless it is three quarterbacks at Ohio State".
That caveat has endured for centuries. A most humorous footnote in collegiate football history.
That Jones will endear himself to Buckeye Nation is a foregone. That there is little friction between the three...is extraordinary. This entire situation bodes well for all of them, regardless of who starts. The media and other fanbases, including their coaches, want to "play down" what is happening at Ohio State, and claim they'd "take their own quarterbacks over any of ours" or "Braxton is coming to our team because my aunt's nephew's girlfriend's second cousin said her uncle's wife heard a friend say that two strippers heard some "football types" talking at a table about some aunt's nephew's girlfriend and her second cousin."
I can't just tell you what your future holds because you never know how the future changes if one of you bozos tries to capitalize on tomorrow's history...but I will give up this nugget:
These next few years are known in my time as "The Years of the Buckeye", in which after the devastation and embarrassment of both Alabama and Oregon (Wisconsin was given a pass, because, well, we are Ohio State), several at the top began to seemingly crumble before the onslaught of Urban's recruiting and his futuristic mental technology (wink, wink, nudge, nudge), and the Buckeyes emerged as college football titans, lording over a number of seasons into the new era.
And yes, that was one single sentence.
The Years of the Buckeye were some glorious years in which I could snicker at my Arkansas RazorPig brother, who still has his chips in a Bielemac bowl in the buttcrack of the south.
But I just came back from your next year's playoff, and I wanted to say...uh, well...I better stop right there. I have to be extremely diligent with the curling of timespace, and it's likely disruption resulting from some local manipulation of the information into untold riches, which in itself, might then rupture the time fabric and throw your world into a horrific downward spiraling chaos.
Nobody wants that.
Oh, eventually the Buckeyes will fall, but that knowledge would be too dangerous in the hands of people like Hovenaut, who has been known to exploit extraterrestrial knowledge, and who just might tell the downward spiraling chaos to "get off his lawn".
So for the sake of the known universe, I say, just sit back and relax, Buckeye Nation, you have a wild ride ahead!