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The Most Power-Drunk
I will be parked on the river by 7 am behind Fawcett Center. I won't do much those first couple of hours, save simply to sit and revel in one of the greatest feelings of the world....looking forward to kick-off, but not too much, because I will be savoring that feeling I am feeling, and not wanting it to end. Once about every fifteen minutes or so, I will get up to walk around a little, due solely to the excitement that is Ohio State Buckeye Football coursing through my veins.
I will be quiet in the main, again because I want to savor this experience that has been missing from my life for the last nine months. About once every half hour or so, I won't be able to restrain myself, and will grit my teeth and smile, and think to myself, "This rocks...GO BUCKS!" Of course, I will then not be able to restrain myself, and will let loose with a loud "O-H!", and be unable to stop the adrenalin and laughter at the answering chorus of "I-O!" from all around me.
Eventually I will meander past the Alumni Center and onto Lane, where I won't be able to help but just stop and revel at the sea of scarlet and gray that lies before me, on the bridge and up Lane, far as the eye can see. The music of Buckeye necklace vendors and T-shirt salesmen will serenade me all the way to Hiney Gate, where I will have no choice but to go inside for a frothy mug, replete with excellent conversation with other Buckeye fans so like myself that my face will hurt from laughing...and excitement. Soon now, very soon.
I will leave there a little early to make my way through the tunnel, where I will pause so that I can squeeze in an extra "O-H" or "I-O". I'll have to move on quickly though, for my voice is out of practice, and I need to save it for the game.
I will wait patiently at the gate, knowing exactly how the players feel at that moment, for my own excitement and adrenalin leads me to believe I am one of them...and indeed I am.
To my seat, which will not be used today, except as a mark of my individuality in the ocean of cheers and chants that surround me on all sides, fellow Buckeyes as alike as their namesake, yet so diverse as to be nearly impossible...but it isn't impossible, because we are all here for the same purpose.
The sound I will hear about this time will be a drum. It is the band, and they're about to enter, stage left. At this point I refuse to contemplate any further, for this day is 23 days away, this day which is GAMEDAY, and 23 days is still much too long to wait, so I cannot let myself get too excited until then.
But, I don't know if I can stop it....not now that I've begun it.
I will be quiet in the main, again because I want to savor this experience that has been missing from my life for the last nine months. About once every half hour or so, I won't be able to restrain myself, and will grit my teeth and smile, and think to myself, "This rocks...GO BUCKS!" Of course, I will then not be able to restrain myself, and will let loose with a loud "O-H!", and be unable to stop the adrenalin and laughter at the answering chorus of "I-O!" from all around me.
Eventually I will meander past the Alumni Center and onto Lane, where I won't be able to help but just stop and revel at the sea of scarlet and gray that lies before me, on the bridge and up Lane, far as the eye can see. The music of Buckeye necklace vendors and T-shirt salesmen will serenade me all the way to Hiney Gate, where I will have no choice but to go inside for a frothy mug, replete with excellent conversation with other Buckeye fans so like myself that my face will hurt from laughing...and excitement. Soon now, very soon.
I will leave there a little early to make my way through the tunnel, where I will pause so that I can squeeze in an extra "O-H" or "I-O". I'll have to move on quickly though, for my voice is out of practice, and I need to save it for the game.
I will wait patiently at the gate, knowing exactly how the players feel at that moment, for my own excitement and adrenalin leads me to believe I am one of them...and indeed I am.
To my seat, which will not be used today, except as a mark of my individuality in the ocean of cheers and chants that surround me on all sides, fellow Buckeyes as alike as their namesake, yet so diverse as to be nearly impossible...but it isn't impossible, because we are all here for the same purpose.
The sound I will hear about this time will be a drum. It is the band, and they're about to enter, stage left. At this point I refuse to contemplate any further, for this day is 23 days away, this day which is GAMEDAY, and 23 days is still much too long to wait, so I cannot let myself get too excited until then.
But, I don't know if I can stop it....not now that I've begun it.
