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I’m curious to hear whether any of the other KNTers remember a scoreboard video clip where the girl tackles the penguin in the back yard. It was kind of similar to this:


this is a test.

Please don’t tell me I need to explain this.


the buckeye beast.

He appeared at our tailgate after the OSU-OU game.


a day in the park.

Our spot for the Marshall game. It worked well, but the lot we really wanted is in the background.

I mentioned after last week’s game that parking was something of an adventure, largely in part because of the lack of reliable information about where — and when — we could show up on campus for the Thursday night game.

The university had been saying for a couple weeks that with the exception of the RV and stadium lots, on-campus parking wouldn’t open until 3 p.m. on gameday, so we planned to leave the house around 2:30 and get into a lot right at 3.

Which lot we’d be getting to was a whole different question. For years, we’ve parked outside of Riffe Hall, but because of a new construction project involving the medical center, we had heard that lot wouldn’t be available to us this season. The lot is still there, but it’s been blocked off; I actually called the university’s parking folks, and they said that lot — along with all the others between there and the towers — wouldn’t be open.

When I arrived in Columbus Wednesday night, I scoped out a couple decent spaces in the polo field lots — where we had been told permit holders would have to park this season — and we hoped for the best.

And then around 10:30 on the morning of gameday, Matlock called my folks and said there were already people in a tiny lot just south of Lincoln Hall — even after days of warnings that tailgaters who showed up before 3 would be turned away.


We packed up quickly and headed over to Cannon Drive; after talking Bud out of parking at our old space — that lot was still empty — we eased in to the South Lincoln lot and got set up. A university parking truck came through the lot, twice, but the folks inside never said a word to us. And finally, the woman who was running the lot told us we could stay — for that game only.

She said in subsequent weeks we’d need a different pass, one specific to that lot. And as we watched our regular lot slowly fill up, she offered us a glimmer of hope — she said she had been told that we would be able to park there if we had a handicapped hang-tag.

And thanks to Bud’s bum leg, we do.

However — through the rest of the day, we heard other stories, mainly that none of our lots would be open, and that everyone with the pass we hold would be herded into the polo field.

What does that mean for this week? We have no idea. It’s pretty clear to me that the university threw up its hands for the Marshall game, given that they were dealing with a huge crowd trying to get to campus on a weeknight; I’m equally certain things will be a lot tighter on Saturday.

We’re going to show up at 8 a.m. on Saturday. And we’ll see what happens.


the final approach.


The Crappys are going to be out of town — and largely away from technology — for a few days, which means there won’t be a lot of activity here. But rest assured, we’re still going to be thinking about and discussing the Marshall game while we’re gone — and we’re going to bury you with football and tailgating posts once we return.



White House photo of the day for Aug. 18, 2010. The president was visiting a home in Columbus.

I knew there was a reason why I liked this guy.


two weeks.

In two weeks from right now, I will have finished loading up my folks’ Expedition with all the gear. I will have taken a quick shower and will likely be yelling at my parents and Mrs. Crappy — if she’s able to make it — to hurry up and get in the car. I will be grumpy, impatient and more excited than a 6-year-old on Christmas morning.

I will have been up for a while. I probably drove to Columbus straight from work the night before, ate a couple White Castles upon my arrival — my mom will have complained about the smell of White Castles in her kitchen — and then gone to bed for what likely wasn’t a good night’s sleep. When I woke up, I headed to the stores — the Anderson’s, for beer; Buckeye Corner, for a couple things I’ll need for the season; and Giant Eagle, for food, other drinks, ice and any other goodies we need.

I’ll be feeling a little disconcerted, because of the whole shopping-on-the-same-day-as-the-game thing; that in and of itself is a significant change, and when you add the uncertainty about our parking situation — our regular lot doesn’t show up on the university’s game day parking maps any more — I’ll probably be pretty distracted. And I’ll probably forget some stuff.

I’ll come home and try to relax. I will fail.

I’ll eat a little lunch and then start to prepare, gathering my stuff, deciding what I’m going to wear in the lot and at the game. I’ll start loading the truck, ticking through the mental list I’ve compiled over the six or seven Saturday mornings each fall for the last decade.

I’ll forget to bring the damn seat cushions.

And then we’ll be in the car. The ride over to campus will be familiar — because we do it a lot — and off-kilter, because of the day and the time. We’ll turn on to Cannon Drive right at 3 p.m., the time when the lots open to pass-holders, and we’ll do our best to figure out what the parking situation is.

I’m still not relaxed yet.

Parking space. Chairs, tables, coolers, Brutus, food, grills ­– everything out of the truck. Mom will get the munchies squared away; Dad will open up each chair in a loose circle. I’ll still be distracted, checking over the stuff we have and making notes about what we don’t. If we — mostly meaning me — have made a serious omission, I’ll start calling our other regulars to see if they can bring whatever it is along.

We’ll crack open the first beers. The little boombox — which has been to more games in the last ten years than I have — will start playing OSUMB on a continuous loop. The rest of the crew will start to arrive. If she’s along, Mrs. Crappy will have told me to chill out several times already.

And I will finally listen. It’s not complete relaxation, not on a game day, but the anxiety over making sure we have everything we need for the tailgate party is replaced by something else — a nervous energy, an anticipation, a grin that spreads across my face and doesn’t disappear for the rest of the night.

In two weeks and five hours, we’ll all be inside Ohio Stadium. And we’ll be ready to start the season.


this will be fun.

I’ve only been thinking about this blog for three years. Time to pull the trigger.

2017 schedule

Aug. 31: vs. at Indiana, 8 p.m.
Sept. 9: Oklahoma, 7:30 p.m.
Sept. 16: Army, 4:30 p.m.
Sept. 23: UNLV
Sept. 30: at Rutgers
Oct. 4: at Maryland
Oct. 7: Maryland
Oct. 14: at Nebraska
Oct. 28: Penn State, 3:30 p.m.
Nov. 4: at Iowa
Nov. 11: Michigan State
Nov. 18: Illinois
Nov. 22: Indiana
Nov. 25: at Team Up North, noon
Dec. 2: B1G Championship, 8 p.m.

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