After all the chest pounding here just to hatch a smelly, sloppy bowel movement in your bed linens @ Kent, I will laugh my ( ( ) off if your W over us secured you nothing but a pricey trip to the Potato Bowl.
Imagine, you will be shelling out $600+ in airfare and sweater baggage just to bear witness to Ohio get run over by a team that 72 hours ago had a legit shot to play for the National Championship. All, on a blue field that will almost be as cold as your lil catbobs on those sub-freezing aluminum benches.
Meanwhile, me and my fellow Owls will be in warm climes, liberally applying sunscreen, sipping Stella poolside watching all the pretty gals in sun dresses saunter in and out of the hotel lobby.
