A Wolverine in Buckeye Land

Many years ago when my father moved us to Ohio, I never gave it thought about living here. To me, it was just a different city and trying to find new friends.

As I grew older, I kind of got a feeling that things weren't always what they seemed. During at least one week every year, my friends were suddenly my enemies. Why? Because I grew into my maize and blue blood while they around me bled scarlet and grey. I learned about the rivalry...Michigan and Ohio State.

When you're young, things like that don't make a lot of sense. My friends (so-called) are now avoiding me? What gives?

It's a rivalry, you idiot. You know, those that actually express a severe dislike to your team...and you.

During the past few years (too many, actually), I've not drawn the ire from friends and family (I'll get into that later) I once did. Not like I did when a guy named John Cooper was in charge of the that program in Columbus. Amazing what a winning streak against your biggest rival will do.