2 days. That is how long I let this loss to MSU sit before I vent. Lord knows I need to. Would my wife have taken my hand had she knew I had this sickness? The sickness that is FANATIC. Should my heart beat out my chest for 3 to 4 hours every Saturday? Palms sweat profusely? Hands shake vigorously like a meth head going sober? The sickness that takes complete control of my life each fall....FANATIC. I love my Buckeyes. Anyone that knows me would say I love them too much. My wife thinks I love the Buckeyes more than her...more than my children. Is she right? Am I that bad? Isn't this just a game? When did it become so important to me? Is there a cure? As big of a fan as I am, I am not the self-righteous fan that thinks he knows it all. I don't talk shit to _ichigan fans or any fan of any team for that matter. I give credit to the SEC, they deserved it. I don't bet/gamble on anything tOSU football related. I sit alone. Quietly zoned in on my Buckeyes. If there is anybody else in the room, I don't know it. My wife asked me to hold the baby last year during the Penn State game. Then Braxton scored the most amazing 1 yard touchdown I have ever witnessed in my great Buckeye life. That was the last time I was asked to help out with the children during a Buckeye game. Thankfully when I sprang out of the Lazyboy and threw my 6 month old daughter 4 feet up in the air, she landed back in my arms. I guess I have a little of that down home Buckeye talent too. This is not a post to complain about offensive play calling. Or a post that rip apart our defense like mediocre offenses have done all year. This is a post to profess and proclaim my disease of being a Buckeye fanatic. For being the "good guy" that never gloated in Buckeye glory, I was the punching bag of every Buckeye hater this Monday. And you know what? That's why being a Buckeye is great. When haters relish in our defeat. It is the true sign of a champion. You have to be on top of the mountain in order to fall and one cannot improve without failure. What is a Buckeye? To me it is not just a poisonous nut relate to the Chestnut. A Buckeye is that pounding heart. Sweaty palms. Jittery hands and feet. A love as deep as love itself. That is a Buckeye my friends. This....this is only the beginning Buckeye fanatics. We will be back on top of that mountain and we will soon fall again too. And we all have people greasing the bottom of our shoes in hopes of a slip. This is my team. I am a proud Buckeye. And I will die with this disease.