Not the best game to chose to have your worst game, but, hey, it happens.
The game last night was not fun to watch. In fact, it made me nearly physically ill. Drowning my sorrows did not work, so I opted for some much needed sleep rather than endure anymore of what would be the worst game of Buckeye history. At least I could dream about the sixteen seconds of glory the Buckeyes had.
I just woke up and checked the score on the internet. My instincts tell me to go ahead and erase the game off of my TiVo, sight unseen, and avoid any more heartache. Apparently it didn't get any better after halftime.
So our team showed its human side. We lost. That is a risk of playing the game. Hopefully Buckeye fans will recognize that we got to play the game, and that second place is still better than everone whose not a Gator. (Pssst...that includes Michigan!)
Looking back the season is not a loss. We beat Michigan, a feat taken by itself, is a source of happiness and pride. It just sucks when your last bite of a scrumptious meal is a bad one.
So when is Spring Game again?