I regret to inform you that I will not watch the Ohio State game today. I am flooded with annual memories of this game day, even without your fancy footwork on my TV.
I remember when Robb took me to Columbus for Skull Session, how I got chills as the band entered the stadium, and how badly I wished I had known him when he was a man in that plumed uniform.
When we were engaged, and along with the diamond on my hand, he gave me an Ohio State jersey with 'Williford' streamed across the back.
The time we rented a small theater to host a televised Game Day Party. Now that was a great day.
When our son was born on September 10, 2005, in direct conflict with the Ohio Sate game vs. Texas Longhorns. Robb was torn between his allegiance to the delivery room and the waiting room television. (I'm not kidding.)
Your colors ran through his veins.
If anyone in heaven cares about the score today, my husband is at the top of that list. And I promise you: he can cheer the roof off any mansion.