This was pre-internet, pre-wikipedia, who to turn to? The biggest football fan I knew, I went upstairs and asked Auntie Jo to explain the game to me. The next Sunday I got a lesson in downs, holding, off-sides, and two-point conversions. I was hooked. I loved the game, I loved the uncertainty that any given Sunday a team could pull off a win. It all played out on tv until I got to grad school.

Ohio State University is one of the elite college football teams. My first year there - I didn't get it. I couldn't wrap my head around why everything stopped from noon until 10pm on Saturdays. Why would people move heaven and earth to be in Columbus on a Saturday? My second year of grad school my roommate, Bridget, coerced me into getting season tickets by explaining that I would never be able to get seats like this for so little money ever again. So I went. To say it was electric would be a gross understatement. There were over 100,000 fans in the stadium, over 100,000 outside the stadium. The air pulsed with the energy from the OSU faithful. Rock concerts have a similar vibe, but do not compare to feeling in the Horseshoe on a Saturday. I am eternally grateful to Bridget for dragging me there - in rain or shine to see the Buckeyes play.
Why do I wax philosophical on football this weekend? Because my OSU Buckeyes and New England Patriots are still undefeated this season. After a shaky first half, the Buckeyes rolled over Wisconsin in the second half for a win and the Patriots fought and pulled out a win over Indianapolis. Any given Sunday.

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Where I come from, OSU is the enemy! My beloved Wolverines will hopefully get a chance to whup the pants off those Buckeyes soon!
We had family in Louisiana until Katrina told them to hit the road. I have been told about the oppressive humidity, but no one ever described it as sultry. I think that is a theory the romance writers have promulgated.
Good luck on your move.
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