The crowd was fired up yesterday. I didn't get home until nearly 9pm after hanging out in the RV lot with some friends and getting a light for my Macanudo from a Penn State fan.
My voice is gone. Worst its been since Texas last year. Tried to say something to my kids this morning and it came out sounding like a cat's dying breath.
As a favor a for a close friend, I walked a guy about my age through his first Ohio State game. This guy is a Miami Hurricanes fan. He couldn't imagine the scene on Lane Avenue. It had him in awe. We stopped by the gameday set at about 2:00. Nothing was going on but the scUM/Wisky game on the big screen. We high tailed it for the Shoe. He commented on how big the stadium looked. But once inside he said "The place looks so much bigger on TV."
He was a band geek in high school, so the ramp entrance impressed him. As did Script Ohio. When the entered the field, I looked over at him and was wide eyed mouthing "WOW" to himself. He leaned over and said something like "is it always this loud?" I told him hadn't heard shit yet, wait til a third down.
All in all, by the end of the day, Mr.
Da "U" fan was yelling "OH" and getting deafening "IO"s in return.
Saving souls, one Saturday at a time, in the Church of Chic Harley.