NOT Fred related

OK, I’ve officially done it. Somehow I’ve become a crazy OSU fan. I’ve been living in this city for 13 years now, and I have resisted the temptation for most of that time. Sure, I’ve followed the football team—it’s hard not to, living here. And of course I follow the women’s basketball team, and more recently the volleyball team. I have “followed” the men’s basketball team, but generally I’ve been a fair-weather fan. But now I’ve started thinking about OSU and their sports more frequently—MUCH more frequently. I feel the need to get some OSU stuff to wear (I currently only own a hat and a t-shirt). I’ve printed up schedules (OK, just the women’s basketball schedule). I’m thinking about what part of my house I can paint scarlet and gray (maybe the garage?). And I’d like to get a block O flag.

Maybe it was going to the OSU/MI game (thanks, Tammie). Maybe it was the decision to go to the national championship game in Arizona (again, thanks Tammie). Maybe it’s just all the pressure this city puts on you to be an OSU fan. In any case, I can resist no more. I have forgotten my roots (GO BOILERS!) and jumped on a band-wagon that’s so big I can’t see the other side. And right now, the wagon is moving so swiftly that I know it’s not safe to jump off. So I will ride it for awhile. Of course, I ask all of you out there reading this to pay attention—if you see me on an average day with block O’s painted on my face, feel free to knock me on the head. I may have done it, but I don’t want to be that fan they put on camera…