OSU headed to NCAA championship game
My dad went to Ohio State, but even if he hadn’t, I probably still would have grown up a Buckeyes fan. I’m sorry I missed this game.
I was out 17 minutes. I just wanted to get in there and tear the rim down.
College basketball has it all over every single other sport out there for me, mostly because these boys can and do tear the rim down, but haven’t yet been turned into arrogant jerks by multi-million dollar contracts, endorsement deals, and the slobbering adoration of the masses. (Basketball wasn’t always just a spectator sport for me; I think it’s some kind of law that every tall girl must always be badgered incessantly into playing, which took the fun out of it for me. My dad had a basketball court built right next to my bedroom window, as a birthday present for my brother and me when we were teenagers. John was the real athletic star of the family, All Ohio and offered his choice of university scholarships for multiple sports. He still plays every day. I haven’t touched a basketball in about ten years. No prizes for guessing which one of us is in sickeningly good shape.)
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