Let's forget about what actually happened for a minute and dive into what should have happened
That kick.
That celebration.
That fucking celebration.
I woke up the day of the Michigan State game to unreal news: my roommate had secured two tickets to the game. I had already committed to go to the Michigan game the following week, and I figured the only other question I needed to answer was whether or not I wanted to join the Buckeyes in the B1G Championship game, then the Orange Bowl, then of course the National Championship.