Tuesday, November 17, 2009


I was set to write a post about the Purdue game, about how the decent offense, no-defense, series of near misses and what-ifs in the game were just a microcosm of the year, and of the entire RR-era, and about how more than likely it was now a matter of when (probably two years from now), not if Rich Rod leaves when we were thrown a gigantic curve ball, the type of life-altering moment that punches you in the gut, and leaves you in a heap on the floor, an emotional cripple.

Everything that was on-going, work, school, blog, sports, AG, got set aside for a week or so, and only things that dealt with the crisis were attended to. Gone was any thoughts of bubble screens, defensive play calling, or coaches buyouts. To say that things were put into perspective is both incredibly cliche and an understatement of Weisian proportions.

This is not to say that football and other sports don't matter anymore, they do. You don't spend as much money on tickets, and as much time thinking, talking, and in some cases, writing (if that's what you want to call this) about something that isn't important. But it's little I important. It's the type of thing that belongs in conversations that start, "Hey, what's up", or "How about that game last night?" Big I important is what friends, relatives, and casual acquaintances read about you in a two paragraph summary of your life in the local paper. Big I important is what people think about as they stand above you saying their goodbyes. Big I important is making sure that the people who surround you and depend on you everyday are taken care of, and making sure that they know, and hear, how you feel about them.

Little I important things are there to entertain us, and distract us from drowning in the flood of emotions that come with a Big I important moment. So that's what we are here for today. To soldier on, to endure, and to think of all the positive moments that have come before, and not just on the pain that has recently been inflicted upon us. That's true for the Big I world, where we have to go back to work, back to school, and back to as much of a regular routine as we can to try and get used to the new reality, and it's true for the little I important world, where we should remember that this is supposed to be fun, and sometimes we just have to wait out the bad stuff to get to the good moments.

So, I'll get up the Golden Rankings soon, and will have some thoughts on the impending doom this weekend at the hands of Lord Saur-, er, uh, Tressel and his minions, and will get back to doing things like getting overly upset at the inability of our freshman walk-on safeties and linebackers to cover a simple crossing route or deep post.