When you live in a college town, life can be extreme.
The absolute assumption that everyone eats, sleeps and breathes football for three months.
And I don’t.
Or I didn’t for many years.
But Buckeye Nation is hard to resist.
Normally, I don’t espouse the theory of “if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.”
In this case?
I have – after 15 years. My two little fans up there make it more fun.