From the time the recruiting classes were finalized for 2002 I have been anticipating this game.
I’m ready.
The anticipation kicked up a few notches after the Michigan game last year.
Yes, I was looking past both Miami AND the bowl game.
I’m ready.
When my season tickets arrived I immediately separated this pair, looked at them lovingly and smiled from ear to ear.
I’m ready.
I can pretty much name every player in the Texas two deep.
I know where they were ranked in their recruiting class and how they have performed since.
I have read every publication that contains the words Texas or Ohio.
I know who is picking who to win and why.
I know the strengths and weaknesses of each team.
I have thought through endless permutations of how this might play out.
I’m ready.
My sleep habits have been out of sync for a week.
Now my stomach is in such knots I have trouble eating.
I’m ready.
I lay awake at night picturing the Texas DL collapsing our pocket – but not getting the sack.
I see the ball being dumped to Ted Ginn for long gains.
I see AJ Hawk drilling Young and laying him out flat.
I see every possible scenario without trying to think about it – it just flows.
I’m ready.
Everything I need to take to the game is already laid out.
I have made the decision NOT to take my camera to the game because I don’t want to be distracted by anything so trivial as taking pictures.
I have checked my game-day wardrobe and made sure everything is washed and ready.
I even have backup just in case.
My ‘large print’ two deep is printed and laminated.
I’m ready.
I check my wallet twice a day to make sure my tickets are still there.
Hang on a second –
Yes, still there.
I’m ready.
In those rare moments when I can back away half a step I recognize how totally insane my behavior is.
I don’t care.
I’m ready.
Let’s play this damn game.
I’m ready.
The anticipation kicked up a few notches after the Michigan game last year.
Yes, I was looking past both Miami AND the bowl game.
I’m ready.
When my season tickets arrived I immediately separated this pair, looked at them lovingly and smiled from ear to ear.
I’m ready.
I can pretty much name every player in the Texas two deep.
I know where they were ranked in their recruiting class and how they have performed since.
I have read every publication that contains the words Texas or Ohio.
I know who is picking who to win and why.
I know the strengths and weaknesses of each team.
I have thought through endless permutations of how this might play out.
I’m ready.
My sleep habits have been out of sync for a week.
Now my stomach is in such knots I have trouble eating.
I’m ready.
I lay awake at night picturing the Texas DL collapsing our pocket – but not getting the sack.
I see the ball being dumped to Ted Ginn for long gains.
I see AJ Hawk drilling Young and laying him out flat.
I see every possible scenario without trying to think about it – it just flows.
I’m ready.
Everything I need to take to the game is already laid out.
I have made the decision NOT to take my camera to the game because I don’t want to be distracted by anything so trivial as taking pictures.
I have checked my game-day wardrobe and made sure everything is washed and ready.
I even have backup just in case.
My ‘large print’ two deep is printed and laminated.
I’m ready.
I check my wallet twice a day to make sure my tickets are still there.
Hang on a second –
Yes, still there.
I’m ready.
In those rare moments when I can back away half a step I recognize how totally insane my behavior is.
I don’t care.
I’m ready.
Let’s play this damn game.