Anyone remember what happened at the end of the game last week? I watched until Braxton Miller got injured then something must have happened at the bar I was at because they put on a game show called Grab Ass and Free Footballs Everywhere! (or GAFFE for short). It was weird, though, because the people, places and things were the same, but a GAFFE definitely happened.
White jersey wearing players were grabbing at red color jersey wearing players and one white jersey guy kept giving away free footballs to the crowd. He should try out for baseball because he can throw it hard. The white jerseys were great at GAFFE, but the red players weren’t. They were running around past this thick white line and instead of giving away free footballs (every fan was cheering…they wanted it!) they were just running around celebrating.
Apparently they don’t know how to correctly perform a GAFFE…the white jerseys did…wait, what?…it was still a football game…no way!…Ohio State was dominant until Braxton…uh-huh…uh-huh…huge letdown…28 unanswered points in second half…not a new game…hmmm…ok…umm…AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Winners
- Braxton’s Poise. The Jekyll and Hyde act of quarterbacking reached it’s toughest challenge yet and naturally he did what every true freshman is supposed to do…look completely polished and the best player on the field at all times. 5-8 passing for 95 yards and a touchdown, 10 rushes for 91 yards and looking like a veteran quarterback. He scanned the whole field on some passes if the first read wasn’t there and if he tucked it to run or ran a called quarterback draw it was with purpose and not tentative at all. As bad, young, raw and Mr. Hyde-ish Braxton looked against Michigan State at home he looked that good, confident, poised and Dr. Jekyll-ish against Nebraska. There’s no doubt that if he didn’t get hurt Ohio State was winning that game. Unfortunately he hurt his leg somewhere in the third quarter and didn’t come back in. Not even the prayers of any and every Ohio State fan could bring him back. Luckily Braxton will be ready this weekend for Illinois…now let’s hope Mr. Hyde is a thing of the past…except for one case…
- Mr. Hyde’s Future. Carlos Hyde continues to progress as a runner. Although he got 64 yards on one run he still ended up with 104 yards on the game to be the first rusher to break the century mark this year for Ohio State (shocking…usually we’d get the first guy to the century mark by the time the first Ohio team we play steps off the bus in Columbus). Carlos has showed how powerful his 240 lb. frame has been for the start of the year he showed a flash of a fifth gear on the 64 yard touchdown run. I’ve heard people compare him to Eddie George, and I know it’s really high praise and possible blasphemy on all of us for comparing a freshman to the immortal 27 (praise Eddie!), but if Carlos keeps progressing at this rate…he could be the next Pepe Pearson…I mean Maurice Hall…I mean Poopy McGee…I mean great OSU back.
- First half defense. Now this is Silver Bullet defense! Holding the #14 ranked team in their house to six points in the first half and 132 yards of offense. Tackling wasn’t an issue. The option offense Nebraska does wasn’t fazing anyone. Now we’re looking good!
- Cookouts. Went to a cookout before the game Saturday and it reminded me just how amazing cookouts are. Grilling. Beer. Games. Beer. Laughing. Beer. It’s everything you could ask for in a good time. I’m about to construct a giant bubble in my back porch area so we can still cookout in the winter. It’ll be a giant greenhouse that will fill with smoke from the grill and laughter from everyone’s good times…actually that sound like we’re growing pot. Scratch that.
- Bachelorette Parties. What’s the best way to get over a heartbreaking comeback loss? Finding 10 girls dancing around in a group around one girl with some sort of sash on her! It worked for me Saturday. I started dancing in the middle of the group and had a grand old time. I even got to chatting with an attractive girl in a fedora for awhile…or maybe it was a dude who straightens his mullet. Either way…good times.
Losers
- 2nd half after Braxton’s injury. No need to rehash what this means. Every Buckeye fan has the trouble seared in their brains for life.
- Bauserman’s brain on Saturday. Allow me to steer away from bullet points for a bit so I can give you the inner thoughts of Joe Bauserman’s brain on Saturday.
Bauserman’s Brain (BB): Oh, man. I wish I was still the starting quarterback. Only reason Braxton has it is because he can run faster, throw better and doesn’t need a motorized wheelchair to get around campus. I could do what he does if I were 56 years younger. Oh, well. At least this let’s me make the trip to Nebraska a great memory…I’m getting high on corn-based mushrooms…or Crooms as they call them. I don’t remember a thing coach said at halftime. I was too busy trying to keep my fingers from turning into Civil War generals. I didn’t want a war to happen to my hands!
Coach Fickell: Joe! Braxton hurt his foot! You’re in!
BB: What did that cactus say to me? I’m in the game! Uh-oh…don’t worry, Joe…we’ll be fine. You’ve played this position before. Just do what you’ve always…AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SPACE INVADERS!!! I have to stop them! Take that!
(Throws ball into stands)
BB: Haha! You can’t steal Earth! I’m too aweso…AAAAAAAHHHHHHH TALKING SHAKE WEIGHTS!!! I’ll stop them!
(Throws another ball into stands…process continues until the end of the game)
Flash to Sunday morning reading the paper sober
BB: Wait, what? 1-10 passing? It says I only completed one pass and I couldn’t hit the broadside of the barn. Whatever. I don’t remember any of this so it never happened. What’s this story? Man high an PCP thought he was stopping the Space Invaders by throwing footballs at people? What an idiot!
- Legitimate “serving” on dancefloors >3 minutes. “Dance-off!” Everyone loves to hear that phrase, run to the dancefloor and watch people who have practiced dancing for years and years do crazy moves that out-of-shape white guys like myself could never dream of doing…but longer than a song and it gets boring. That’s great, guys. You can break dance for 20+ minutes. Congratulations! Now can you please stop so everyone else can do their token left-right dance moves and actually have some fun? Sorry you couldn’t get in a J-Lo video. I’m sure there’s a Step Up 35: Hollywood Has No Original Ideas Left for you to tryout for.
- Fraker Dancing. Not so much me as it is the genetic code for a Fraker. It’s always good for a laugh, but if we get too into a song and try dancing for real…it just gets sad.
And on that family diss let’s get to my newest S*** List member. This one is personal: Park Street dress code on gameday Saturdays. Really? I’m not allowed to wear gym shorts while watching a football game? Really? I can wear a jersey, backwards hat and have my OSU thong showing (maybe), but I can’t wear gym shorts. I understand on a Friday night when no football is on, but for Saturday and Sunday clientele during football season you’re going to get people who all want to cheer their team, get drunk, pound fried food and give your place a ton of business that wouldn’t be there without football! Hey Park Street? How’s the weather up there on your high horse, assh***s! I think next time I’m wearing shorts that are velcroed together on the butt and when you let me in I’ll rip open the back door, squat down and…give you a polite letter I wrote arguing why you should let gym shorts in during football games then head to a seat at the bar.
Ha! Bet you didn’t see that coming. Get your heads out of the gutter. Now if you excuse me I have to figure out how to smear dog poo on a letter razor thin so you can’t see it.