The Front Row

At my house on January 8, 2007 (is that the right date?)

As I watched our fat, lazy, entitled Buckeyes receive a deserved pounding from a hungrier more competitive Gator team (gotta love hindsight). My shock, anger, rage, disappointment manifested in my tearing asunder my buckeye t-shirt (a two week old christmas gift from my grandmother). My wife simply watching with a mixture of fascination and horror at the idiotic monster in front of her.

I was such a bufoon to act like life and death hinged on a single game from my favorite team. Hopefully the passage of time and age has granted me a slightly better perspective.