If you can't beat them, join them
I had a lot riding on the Florida-Ohio State game, mainly a steak dinner and a big helping of humility.
It started with a little trash talking between one of my co-workers and I and escalated into the winner buying the loser a steak dinner. True to my Big Ten roots I wanted Ohio State to win.
Flash forward. It’s Monday night.
Burying my head in my hands I’m utterly embarrassed that the team I’m cheering for doesn’t come to play and keeps taking cheap shots. I don’t care that the Buckeyes were off for 51 days or not, it’s a complete meltdown.
It’s now 11 p.m. I ditch the red T-shirt and leave on the long white sleeve shirt I have underneath it. I begin embracing the inner Floridian. As they say, if you can’t beat them, join them.
We're driving to Gainesville.
-Dawn Reiss, Times staff writer