Jagdaddy
Head Coach
I have a personal three-year rule when it comes to rooting for the Buckeyes, and to a much lesser extent the pro teams that I much more casually favor. The rule says that reaching the top of the mountain (i.e., winning a national championship) buys the coaches three-years of bitching-free fandom from me. That's not to say that I might not cuss in the middle of a game or express concern that Tim Beck might not be Tom Herman-caliber, but I'm generally going to assume that the coaches know what they're doing and that the players are talented, are working hard to develop that talent, and are putting it all on the line out there. I've taken that approach in part because it's fair to the coaches and players that I profess to root for, but also for the selfish reason that I want to enjoy watching the games and celebrating even the ugly wins during this golden age of Ohio State football rather than being irritated because I'm terrified that some sloppy execution against Hawaii or the MAC means that Sparty or, God forbid, the Harbraugh or some SEC team, will break off a plunger in the Buckeyes down the road. Nothing in the track record of Urban Meyer or Ed Warinner suggests to me that the Buckeyes' current offensive rough patch is likely to last very long, and if my optimism and trust proves to be misplaced then I'll take the comeuppance of being proved wrong by a loss on the field when it comes rather than pre-punishing myself worrying about it before it does.