My parents took us on a trip to Ohio last weekend because it was important to them that we see the spectacle that is Division IA football before my sister finally graduates from her Division IA school.
Now that we've been there, I see why. My mother thanked me for being a "good sport" about it all, but there was no forbearance involved. I found myself clapping like a fool at the marching band's dramatic pregame skull session and spelling out O-H-I-O with my arms more times than I care to remember at the game, though I couldn't have named almost anyone on the field.
The energy, the devotion, the laser focus on the game at hand, the coordinated T-shirts...the intensity reminded me of nothing so much as being at a Red Sox playoff game--only with about three times as many people in Ohio Stadium as fit into Fenway Park. There were times it was so loud that when I added my yell to the rest of the cacophany, I could feel it coming out of my throat but couldn't hear it.
Meanwhile, I've uploaded approximately eleventy bazillion photos of our trip today. Highlights below the jump.