My Heart Will Go On and Go Bucks!
Sure, it kinda sucks to lose. But the method of the losing...that's what stings.
It's one thing to play hard and lose the third national championship game your team has been to in six years. It's quite another to hand LSU a victory on a lovely hand-painted ceramic platter outfitted with a variety of quality cheeses, buttery crackers, and those little teeny grapes that you can only find in the best markets. Roughing the kicker? Come ON! And personal foul after personal foul, caressing LSU 25+ yards up the field. Bummer.
I mostly kept my eyes off the TV and down on the little leaves I was cutting out for my nature quilt. Shouts of "OH, COME OOOOON!!!" were heard, among the rants to "Come on Fox, get it together!" directed toward the Fox network, a station that barely comes in on our TV (but did, thanks to numerous frantic yankings on the antennae--how far behind are we, anyway?!), but that also seemed to be having its own problems with broadcast gremlins.
In the end, it STILL feels good to be a Buckeye. I mean, you can't beat going to the national championship game during a 'rebuilding' year. And you can't beat a son (of course you can't!) who didn't want to wear his hiking boots on a hike the other day because they are "Michigan colors". That kid has worn his scarlet-and-grey almost every day for the past 2 weeks--including this morning. We're planting Buckeye trees in Missouri soil soon. The up-and-coming Buckeye Nation is strong, my friends.
Go Bucks!
It's one thing to play hard and lose the third national championship game your team has been to in six years. It's quite another to hand LSU a victory on a lovely hand-painted ceramic platter outfitted with a variety of quality cheeses, buttery crackers, and those little teeny grapes that you can only find in the best markets. Roughing the kicker? Come ON! And personal foul after personal foul, caressing LSU 25+ yards up the field. Bummer.
I mostly kept my eyes off the TV and down on the little leaves I was cutting out for my nature quilt. Shouts of "OH, COME OOOOON!!!" were heard, among the rants to "Come on Fox, get it together!" directed toward the Fox network, a station that barely comes in on our TV (but did, thanks to numerous frantic yankings on the antennae--how far behind are we, anyway?!), but that also seemed to be having its own problems with broadcast gremlins.
In the end, it STILL feels good to be a Buckeye. I mean, you can't beat going to the national championship game during a 'rebuilding' year. And you can't beat a son (of course you can't!) who didn't want to wear his hiking boots on a hike the other day because they are "Michigan colors". That kid has worn his scarlet-and-grey almost every day for the past 2 weeks--including this morning. We're planting Buckeye trees in Missouri soil soon. The up-and-coming Buckeye Nation is strong, my friends.
Go Bucks!
posted by lulu | 6:41 AM
4 Comments:
All of Buckeye Nation feels your pain, sister Lulu. Untimely penalties, OUCH, throwing under pressure, OUCH, missed tackles, OUCH!
A word to the Tressel: Go back to 3 yards and a cloud of dust!
i turned the game off half way..just couldn't watch.
hey where are the pictures?
ginny
Ha ha, I love those buttery crackers.
-tyler
...grapes not so much.
tyler
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