I know lots of people hate Ohio State. I can’t explain my feelings on this night without confessing that my mother and her parents were all Buckeyes. And therefore so am I. Here’s the last pic I have of my mother, who died a decade ago.
Tonight I can feel her beside me. She majored in Romance Languages at Ohio State. French, Spanish, Portuguese, etc. Worked on the Manhattan Project. Raised us tirelessly and constantly. No better woman ever lived.
So hurray for the Buckeyes. Long may they live. And long may she shine as an example of what women can be.
She always loved Sinatra. I can still picture her dancing to one of his songs. Light of foot and light of heart. She was joy in the moments you want to remember. And iron in the moments you want to forget. Buckeye babe. I’ll get her a helmet sticker. The kind of guy I am. What kind of guy are you?
My hole card is tenderness. Tenderness forever.