My first trip to the Horseshoe was against Fresno State in the 1994 opener. I was five and we had season tickets. I don’t remember a lot about that season. I’m sure I was more worried about everything else going on in the stadium except the action on the field.
It wasn’t until the Michigan game that year, my first, that I began to fall in love. In particular, storming the field with my dad following the 22-6 win was a wild experience for a five-year-old.
But the moment I really became hooked was the following year’s Notre Dame game. The pregame buzz around that game was amazing, and the game didn’t disappoint. I left The Shoe that day totally consumed with Buckeye football.