Don't you dare turn off this game. Watch every excruciating second. Stare at the TV and let the score burn into your eyeballs. Remember the look on the faces of Pryor and Tressel. Remember their arrogance and our dejection. Hear the announcers voices in your sleep. Let the hatred wash over you and fill your soul.
We’ll be back. When we are, you will thank yourself for allowing the hate to fill your heart so that the victory is all the much sweeter.
That is what winners do.