So please, please, please
Let me, let me, let me
Let me get what I want this time - the Smiths
There was great joy when a family member had secured tickets for us to attend the Big Ten football championship in Indianapolis this December.
Watching my Ohio State Buckeyes in that big game would be wonderful.
But, there's the pesky detail of actually reaching the championship.
After last season's title run, an OSU appearance in Indy this season initially seemed a foregone conclusion, not unlike betting that The Donald would say something stupid within the next five minutes.
But after a lackluster win against a fierce (?) Northern Illinois squad, a trip to Indy didn't seem certain. Then there was Indiana last Saturday, throwing at OSU's end zone as time expired.
I'm sure Indianapolis is beautiful in the winter; I don't want to watch two other teams vie for the crown while my team sits at home, remorseful.
The last time I attended a Buckeye game was in October 1990, when we whipped the Minnesota Golden Gophers, 52-23.
Should the Indy game become a reality, I will consider running across the field to appear on TV.
That raises an important question: Is there pizza delivery to holding cells?