There is too much talk right now about which teams should be playing for the national championship. Many wise folks, Urban F. Meyer among them, are focusing on the task at hand: Winning the Big Ten Championship Game. As can be seen in a perusal of Ye Olde Buckeye’s previous posts, we like to look back at history and the record books when writing about football. This is no exception, except that the history of the Big Ten Championship Game only goes back to 2011. The previous two Championship Games (comprising the entirety of the Championship Game’s history) have been won by Wisconsin. This has been extremely annoying, considering the seasons we’ve had the past ten years or so. It’s not The Game (and nothing else is), but we still want our names all over that list of Big Ten Championship Game winners. Here is our chance to get the ball rolling.
As for our illustrious opponents, we do have some hatred stored up for them. Again, this will never be in the same realm as The Game, but there is some hatred. Switching over to the personal memoires:
I was a student at The Ohio State University (established in 1870) in 1995. I was at home in Dayton watching in horror as T8-3TUN spoiled our perfect season.
I was a student at The Ohio State University (established in 1870) in 1996. I was in Haverfield House watching alone with building rage as T7-3TUN spoiled our perfect season.
I was a student at The Ohio State University (established in 1870) in 1997. I was in the Big Shit House watching David Boston tussle with the traitor Charles Woodson, hoping that we would take our turn at spoiling a perfect season for them. Hatred was cemented.
But I was also a student at The Ohio State University (established in 1870) in 1998. I was in East Lansing for a volleyball tournament while our football team’s perfect season was spoiled by Sparty down in Columbus. Our team and Michigan State’s team (along with some random Notre Dame players) went to a room with a tv in their athletic facility between our volleyball games. We were mocked the rest of that terrible day. Even when we stopped at Subway on the way home, we were still wearing our Ohio State warm-up gear and were made fun of by some very unprofessional sandwich artists.
So, it’s nowhere near the history, hatred, and intensity of The Game, but we do have some recent history with Sparty playing the spoiler. This game is huge. And we want our names on that Stagg Championship Trophy. Go Bucks!