I knew I was checking into a hotel in my old Columbus neighborhood when I saw a garish strip club in the parking lot where a Denny's might normally be. If that wasn't enough of a clue, there was always the "No Guns" sign at every entrance of the hotel, or the metal grating protecting the vending machine glass. I knew I didn't exactly hail from a Rockwell painting, but man, this is pretty rough.
When I was a student at Ohio State, my dad visited his alma mater, Penn State. He got lost on his old campus, and I mocked him. Touring OSU's campus this weekend, however, I could easily foresee the day when desserts would be justly mine. Almost every location worthy of sentimentality has been razed. It's utterly depressing.
I watched the Buckeyes drill Wisconsin, and I dread the prospect of this merely okay team earning a spot in the championship game. They're nowhere nearly as good as last year's squad, and they got blown out. And no, if they make it I'm not going. I've had it with championship games and Super Bowls. They're excruciating, expensive bores. Worst times I've ever had at football games.