My Buckeyes trounced the Wolverines. Kind of an odd year. After the loss to Illinois last week, folks were a little subdued. Didn’t hear any new Michigan jokes or old faves until yesterday about halftime, when it was clear we were bringing our “A” game. Some favorites that warm my heart:

What time is it?

What kind of battery does it take to shock a Wolverine? 1 AA.

How do you make Wolverine cookies? Stick ‘em in a bowl and beat ‘em for 3 hours.

Ah. Good times. I particularly like the local holiday with the tradition of getting loaded at 10 a.m. Game started at noon and no friends were doing anything. In order to get a seat at our bar of choice for sporting events, we arrived at 10:05, where we were able to get the last 2 seats at the bar. Well, it’s 5 o’clock somewhere; pitcher of dunkel, please. I love the instant camaraderie that gels. To the left, we had a father and son team: dad was from Youngstown and son was from Cincinnati. They met in the middle. Nice guys and a lot of fun. To the right was this kid who was funny as hell. Yelling and swearing, just like grandma used to do. That was my initiation into the swearing club. Nothing is funnier than a drunken gnome swearing a blue streak.

There is this guy that shows up at the Lizard for Buckeye games and buys rounds of shots for the entire bar. As the place holds several hundred people, his tab adds up to thousands of dollars. I always wondered what would make somebody do this. Seems so lonely to me. He wears his sunglasses no matter whether he's inside or out. We were able to piece together more of his story yesterday: he is possibly a bookie, as evidenced by his phone calls referencing the little betting paper thingie. We were also told he owns a local carpet cleaning company. Not to name names, but it rhymes with "Blaster Queen."