As I write this, Ohio State is about four minutes from the end of a thorough trouncing in the BCS championship game. It's a bummer, to be sure. I was born in Columbus, lived there most of my life and graduated from The Ohio State University. In other words, as the saying goes, I bleed Scarlet and Grey.
But there's a little piece of me that's glad because of the outcome.
I hate to see the team lose, especially after Ohio enjoyed such a magnificent November, what with the election and the Ohio State-Michigan game.
But some of the fans are a different story. In short, I think it's just disgusting that lots and lots of people here served up 'gator meat at their BCS parties tonight.
Maybe this is trivial, but I think it's just desserts. There's something terribly, terribly wrong with fans' psyches when they decide that animal sacrifice is an appropriate ritual for a football game.
Of course, no one can do this to us. If you eat a real Buckeye, you're in trouble because they're poisonous. And if you eat the other kind, you've gotten a wonderful treat. (They're made of chocolate and peanut butter, in case you didn't know.)
But an alligator? What if we'd played the Mountain Lions or the Stingrays or the Baby Seals? Would my friends have cooked them up, stuck toothpicks in them and served them up with the nachos and beer?
The Buckeyes are a great team and Jim Tressel is a class act. But I have to confess that tonight I think the 'gator eating fans got something they deserved.