In Hoke We Trust

It’s Saturday morning in Ohio (yes I live in that state; it pays the bills), there is dew on the ground and I’ve just finished my first cup of Joe.  As I peer out the windows of the Love Shack, there is only one thing on my mind.  How are we going to beat Ohio this year?  No actually, I’m wondering how good 134 is really going to be. I hear the rhetoric coming from Mecca that this is going to be a special year.  My first reaction is to question the rhetoric, as I’m quite aware of the PR machine doing its job and I remember when that same PR machine was telling me that some coal miner was going to forever change the face of Big Ten football.   I’ve been in the doubting mindset many times with this football program over the years.  This is not new territory for me. However, after much contemplation, which normally occurs at night while consuming truth serums of many sorts, I’ve deduced that this has the makings of a special year for 134 and I have officially declared myself a Southern...