I've died before.
Three years ago, I made a 3,000-mile round trip drive to watch the Buckeyes get drubbed in the desert by Dabo. Tonight, he's the one that gets flayed.
I'd be lying if I said I didn't have this particular game circled after Clemson forced me into surrender cobra position for three hours as I watched J.T. Barrett flee from a tetrad of unblocked gooch gropers.
But truth be told, this ain't about revenge. It's about taking what's ours – Clemson's just in the way.
For months, I've watched this Buckeye squad take whatever unfortunate team happens to be on the docket and flatten it like a cockroach under a steamroller.