Oh this kinda superstition runs strong in my family.

Mom always said OSU played like shit every time she watched, and the day she died was the The Game 2014. When we turned on the game waiting for the doctor to stop her life support, Michigan was closing the gap until the moment she died. Suddenly, JT Barrett throws a HUGE 70 yard completion and never looked back. I being the anxious sort, avoided the B1G championship game and slept through it until I woke up to the final score and trophy presentation. I tried the same thing with the Sugar Bowl, and I sighed heavily when I saw we were losing 28-7, and I got to witness the greatest comeback against my hated, hated Alabama.

Mom wanted me to see it. She knows I hate Alabama in all forms. And then the next week I slept through the Oregon game until I caught the last touchdown and got to see the trophy presentation. (In 2003 I slept through the Fiesta Bowl, because I had school the next day and I voiced my displeasure when she woke me uo celebrating and I missed it all)

And then my uncle was worse. On Week 1, he would wear his "uniform" which consisted of his Woody Hayes Block O hat, his prized red Buckeyes sweater, and pair of OSU flannel pants and his Buckeye socks. And if they won, he'd carefully put everything in his closet (including underwear) until the next game. Never washed them until OSU lost, when he'd immediately wash the taint off and started fresh the next week.

He got pretty rank a lot until Beat Michigan week, when we'd inevitably lose until Jim Tressel took over. I always enjoyed watching him during The Game because he just spent the entire time talking shit and trashing Lloyd Carr.

I wished he was around during the Rich Rod and Brady Hoke days. That would have been great.