Your parents have given you the greatest gift and sign of love they could offer – tickets to the game so that you and your older brother can attend. Meticulously, you prepare for the game; nothing is left to chance. Decked out in scarlet and gray, you have not forgotten the little details: a buckeye necklace, Ohio State beads, and Block O decals for your face.
You clutch the ticket bestowed upon you, by your parents, and follow your brother into the stadium.
As you approach your seat, you look around and feel secure. You know that you belong here, in this stadium. You've been properly raised to respect this moment and all that it represents. Like the fellow 94,000+ Buckeye fans around you, you revere Woody, cherish Archie, and most of all, hate that dreaded School Up North.
You know that the proper way to address the school is THE Ohio State University, and the proper way to address the band is The Best Damn Band in the Land. Hearing the chorus of "Hang On Sloopy" prompts you to yell O-H-I-O. You dream of Dotting the I in Script Ohio and you treasure the buckeyes that fall from the trees that line the Olentangy River.
As kick-off approaches, you feel butterflies in your stomach. The first notes of the band give you goosebumps, the sight of the Ohio State football team send shivers down your spine, and the Ohio State sendoff to its seniors bring tears to your eyes. The noise – deafening, the tension – palpable, the passion – unrelenting. You rise with the rest of the Buckeye Nation and all of you, with one strong voice, try to will Ohio State to victory.
You feel your will start to break and Ohio State’s season slip away when Shawn Springs slips and falls to the turf, leading to Tai Streets streaking down the sideline for a touchdown. You watch a juggernaut of an offense fail to score a touchdown. Final Score: The School Up North 13, The Ohio State University 9.
You feel as if you can’t breathe – disappointment and pain crush you. You fall in line with the other members of the Buckeye faithful and dejectedly trudge from the Stadium. Ohio State will go on to win the Rose Bowl and finish the year ranked number two in the country, but for you, the season is a failure. Ohio State lost to Michigan; nothing else need be said.
Listening to the radio in the car, silent as a tomb, you become incensed when you hear Ohio State’s head football coach, John Cooper, claim that the Ohio State/Michigan game is a game like any other. A game like any other? It is not a game; it is THE GAME. Ohio State has a coach who believes that THE GAME is.. just a game?
And, upon hearing that statement, you learn to dread the month of November. At the end of every regular season, save two, you feel nothing but bitterness. Each autumn as the leaves change colors, you try to convince yourself this year will be different. Alas, the result seems to be the same – regardless of whether Ohio State is favored or the underdog, THE GAME invariably ends in a loss. It is the end of 2000 and John Cooper’s record against Michigan stands at 2-10-1. Two victories in 13 long years. You are weary, tired, emotionally spent and, most of all, you wonder when the agony will end.
Relief finally appears to be in sight. After a dismal year for the team both on and off the field, Cooper has been dismissed from Ohio State. You wait with bated breath upon the announcement of the new head coach. When word reaches you that Ohio State has hired Jim Tressel, your initial reaction is one of shock, disbelief, and confusion. Jim Tressel? Who is Jim Tressel?