The Routine

Today I went to the OSU v. Navy like usual with my dad. The usual routine that my dad and I do on a buckeye saturday is quite a fabulous thing when this time of the year comes around. The routine has been the same since I was in elementary school and nothing has changed. Here is a run down of the typical Martin week.

Mon-Wed- Dad calls and talks about how the traffic is going to be horrible and states that more than likely we wont get a parking spot. Note to self: We have never got in bad traffic and we have always found a parking spot for the last 20 years. Maybe its because we get there 8 hours earlier than everyone else.

Thursday- Dad calls after he listens to Bucks Line on 610 WTVN with all of this information about the game. However, when he talks to my brother and I and tells us the info it was something that we knew from last year but we act like it was the biggest development that happened in years for his satisfaction.

Friday- Dad calls and says that the countdown is on and reconfirms that we are meeting at the butt crack of dawn. He then asks how long it takes to get to the Bob Evans at the top of 23 and 270 in Columbus. He has been driving that route for about 30 years so I think that he knows. But if you know my dad his two favorite things are to be on time and to know the weather every minute of the day. So yes, we are meeting at 8:15 at Bob Evans.

Saturday- Do the routine as stated from Monday-Friday.
8:15- 9:15- Eat Breakfast at the Fawcett Center
9:15-11:15- Beers at Riverwatch/Hineygate
11;15- Drag dad from the live bands to get him to the game so we can see the band ente
12:00- kickoff
First Half- Still hear dad say Zwick is still better than Troy Smith
Halftime- Meet under the band ramp with all of my old stadium buddies to talk about how we can never open up our play book and how much I have lost my hair.

2nd Half until we walk to the car- Watch OSU pull of a tight game because we cant blow anyone out and walk back because OSU fans are never satisfied

Sit in the AC when we get back in the car and it feels like cancun. During November its the heater. Either way it feels like I am in Cancun

Drop Dad back off at Bob Evans....where we say good bye and look forward to the same routine the next week.

Certains things are priceless.....