It's surprising how caught up I've become in this Michigan/Ohio State madness. This morning I watched an HBO documentary about the rivalry, narrated by the same guy who narrates every documentary ever made. I always thought the rivalry was just the usual rabid sports loyalty inflamed by those walking blowtorches, Woody Hayes and Bo Schembechler. Back in the early '90s I visited my girlfriend's family in Traverse City, MI, and her brother-in-law had an entire bathroom festooned in maize and blue--right down the the GO BLUE toilet seat, which I thought was sort of grim. Anybody who "goes blue" in that context probably has a very serious medical condition.
Turns out, the states have been at each other's throats since they battled over the "Toledo Strip" in the 1830s. Eventually Michigan ceded the area to Ohio in exchange for control over the Yoopers, but the area's still divided today. My in-laws live right smack dab in the middle of this disputed territory, where it's customary to declare your allegiance with enormous banners and bunting all over your house. So if you're a little maize-and-blue paperboy you can approach a Buckeye household with appropriate caution, lest you be pelted with stinking, poisonous chestnuts.
We're off to the grandparents' today to make some cookies, and break in our mitts, and see if we can play in some leaves. And of course, watch the game. I hope BLUE GOES, but if anyone GOES BLUE I'll assume TwoBert ate a crayon.