The Lloyds

Ohio State University is the school I currently attend and they happen to have a football team.  For the most part they disappoint me.  Why the heck can't they blow teams out of the water and win by 40?  Well, because Jim Tressel gets paid to win, not win by 40 (also because they don't have a quarterback named Ben Weisenberger who will check out of a run that the coach called to drain the clock and instead throw a fade for a touchdown).
Last Saturday Kimberly twisted my arm hard enough and I took her to a football game being played between the Buckeyes of Ohio State and the Cornfeds of Iowa.  I'm pretty sure that is their mascot.  It may have been a pretty good game to watch on TV but it was definitely boring sitting in the stands, until the last 5 minutes that is.  Here are some pictures.
4th quarter view from the best seat in the house......our seats.














Game winning field goal in OT.  If you look closely you can see the football in the air.  If you look even more closely you will see Jon Welch with a single tear trickling ever so gently down his face.  Poor fella, must be hard to cheer for losers.









Here are a bunch of fools running onto the field only to find out that there really weren't free hotdogs at center field.  I had to hold Kimberly down so she wouldn't run out there too.  She loves hotdogs.











Dr. Pepper.  That's as close as I have to an Ohio State shirt.  I'm a fair weather fan.  You may notice that Kimberly is wearing a replica jersey from her favorite OSU player of all time, Troy Smith.  She wakes up sometimes mumbling his name.  It is kinda unsettling.








Just two days ago another kind central Ohio pup fell victim to the knife that me and my boys were wielding.  Well, Brian was wielding the knife.  James was just wielding a bunch of drugs and a pad of paper.  I of course was wielding a package of radiopaque sponges and a brain full of encyclopedic knowledge of canine anatomy and surgical procedures.  This time the dawg's name was Tank (most fitting name ever).  He really needed to be separated from his testicles because of his propensity to hump anything/anyone near him.  Here are some pics of our most recent success story.

Good old Tank getting ready to chow down on some grub before getting some pain meds and being put up for the night.












Tank and his surgeon/favorite target.  (It's not cheating if it's your dog) Another textbook procedure in the books.
















I've got some pretty exciting news to share with everyone very soon so keep an eye on this blog for something potentially life changing.