I woke up unreasonably early for my first Ohio State game as a student. We’re talking like, 7 a.m. for a nooner early.
See, I heard that gates opened three hours before the game, and my freshman ass was convinced that I needed time to tailgate while still getting into the Horseshoe as soon as they would let me.
Much to my amazement, nobody was tailgating at 7 a.m. Shit, nobody else was even in the vicinity at 7 a.m. The parking lots were apocalyptically empty. Campus was as dead as I’d ever expe…