WE ALL MUST PAY HOMAGE TO THE GREATS IN OUR FIELDS, AND MY FIELD IS CRUDE PHOTOSHOPPERY
We all came to our college football fandoms at different times. Some of us, no doubt, were raised from birth to bleed crimson or scarlet or burgundy. Others came to it later. Myself? I first really started following college football in the 1996-97 season, when my family moved to suburban Columbus the week of the Michigan game. (The great thing about 1990s OSU-Michigan is that I don't have to check Wikipedia to know who won.)
With that in mind, I'll always have an outsized fondness for the particular era that followed - of course, that was the beginning of high school, when people traditionally form lifelong connections to terrible things that they liked as half-formed lurching proto-adults.