Weekend (continued)
Saturday
It seems I still need my Buckeye football fix of a fall Saturday and, as with the debates, I’ve found that it’s more fun watching it with others who are similarly biased. When I watch the games at home, my wife, who has no interest whatsoever in the game, puts the cats somewhere safe and busies herself with errands. My mother-in-law (who lives with us) enjoys watching football, but is not an OSU partisan and I think is a little frightened when I leap screaming from the couch in either ecstasy or (more often lately) choler.
Providentially for all, a group of OSU fans from the Seattle area meets at the King Street Bar and Oven adjacent to what I still call the Kingdome despite ample photographic evidence of its demise. While it’s a little hard to get all festive and sports-bar-y for a 9:30 am (Seattle time) kickoff, the 30 or so of us who drag out at that hour have a great time hollering, clapping to recorded fight songs and, to the amusement or skepticism of the foreign workers in the kitchen, singing our dirge-like alma mater after a rousing victory.
They were spared that particular cultural puzzlement Saturday, however, as OSU lost rather ignominiiously to Wisconsin. Worse, I owe my Bush-loving client in Milwaukee dinner.
