Yeah… I succumbed to peer pressure and made a Sports category. I am such a lemming…
The UW–OSU game is tonight. This will probably be the 4th football game I’ve watched since I came to Ohio (the Michigan game last year, the Fiesta Bowl, and the 2003 Super Bowl being the other three) and the only reason I’m watching it is to see if I’ll be allowed to come to church on Sunday. You see, my parents are UW alums and Jon told this to some members of our church choir on Wednesday, one of them being the owner of the house where we were having the Choir/Bells BBQ. J happens to be a little bit of a Buckeye fan — I mean, most people have the guest bath of their house set up with a mini-fridge and a microwave (so that they can store the beer down there so that they don’t have to come upstairs for it in the middle of a game) and a picture of the 2002 squad, right? (He even has a block O shower mat and an OSU shower curtain.) Well… J and C (one of the evil basses) explained that they will *tolerate* me as a UW fan — they’d tar and feather me if I happened to be a Michigan fan. Anyway, I was commenting on the fact that Saturday was the game and they commented back that I might want to become Episcopalian again on Sunday if OSU were to say… LOSE!!!!!
Just for my future reference (as in, I might need to know this tomorrow morning), how does one get tar out of long hair?
**UPDATE #1** OSU: 14 UW: 0
**UPDATE #2** OSU: 21 UW: 0
**UPDATE #3** OSU: 28 UW: 3
**UPDATE #4** OSU: 28 UW: 9 (FINAL)
Glad you won’t need to get tar out of your hair, but I think you can use mineral spirits. When I was a kid we spent a lot of time at a beach in Florida that had tar in it. I always had it in my suit and in my hair.
🙂 I’m not rooting all that whole-heartedly for either side.
I’m mostly ambivalent about college sports. I can watch all football teams with an equal amount of enthusiasm, unless, of course, it’s Navy. I have to be excited for Navy, since it’s my alma mater.
My 91-year-old grandmother, however, is VICIOUSLY fanatical about West Virginia. When WVU plays the Hokies, just forget about it. Don’t call her; she’s sitting on her couch with a scotch on the rocks, following every play.
Football is a serious religion in these parts. People drfited into the 10:00 service late on Sunday because they’d either been up until midnight watching the game (which ended around 11:30) or they were *at* the game.
The basses in my church choir explained to me that they would *tolerate* me being a UW fan — if I was a Michigan fan, they’d tar and feather me on the spot.