And so, it continues...

Last year, I was pleased to post a photo from "enemy territory" to celebrate an Ohio State win.

This year's photo is from further away, but these folks are not enemies by any stretch of the imagination.
If you don't know what that's about... look here.

And guess who else is happy about the 14-3 victory?

Proud Parent

As you're reading this, I'm picking up my daughter. As a parent, I wanted to share this story from an Ohio State fan forum with you:

A Dad's Buckeye Story

This morning, I’m pouring myself a cup of coffee to try and wake up and clear the cob webs out of my head. Suddenly, I hear some fast footsteps charging down the stairs towards the kitchen and realize it has to be one of my four kids. Around the corner comes Cade, my inquisitive seven year old and he has this excited, breathless look about him. In his hand, he’s waving a BrainQuest flash card. It’s one of those “educational” games that we gave him for his birthday that asks all sorts of fun, crazy trivia questions. He loves trying to stump me with some of them and I’m just happy he’s not playing one the mindless video games he’s always after.

Well today he had an all-time stumper. Cade runs over and gives a few tugs on my t-shits and yells, “Dad! Dad! You’re never going to get this one!” I respond by saying - “And good morning to you too Cade, now what have you got?” He looks up at me as I finish pouring my coffee and asks, “What kind of animal is a wolverine? Is it A) a wolf, B) a cat or C) a weasel?” Now being a true Buckeye myself, I of course know this one but I want to have some fun. So I take a long pause and roll my eyes towards the ceiling - like I’m really pondering the answer. Then I say, well it must be part of the wolf family being that it’s a wolverine. As soon as I say this, Cade gets this great big grin on his face and he exclaims, “Nope! It’s a WEASEL!” And just for reinforcement, he holds the card up to me and announces, “Dad, a wolverine is a weasel!”

It’s in that moment, that I see it. I look into his blue eyes, and it’s apparent that something has clicked - he’s only seven but he now gets it. He studies the card one more time, looks back up at me, shakes his head a few times and utters to me in amazement, “Dad, they’re weasels. They’re just weasels.” As he finishes, I could feel a lump growing in my throat. My eyes begin to well up and I realize my little boy is growing up - he’s becoming a Buckeye. I reach down, put my arms around him and whisper - “I know son, they’re just weasels. They’re just weasels.”

I"m looking forward to that proud day with Mihret, and with helping her understand why this Saturday is a special tradition for tOSU fans: