I was there.
Backstory: my dad taught at Ohio State for 30 years. He went to Texas. I grew up rooting for both (Texas first, because I was raised here, and tOSU against anybody else).
What I saw from those mouth-breathing heathen in 2005 after Limas Sweed broke their hearts made it impossible for me to root for Ohio State ever again.
If you weren't there, I promise you: whatever you've heard, whatever you imagine reading this, it was worse.
That stadium is a madhouse to get out of, shoulder-to-shoulder mosh pit. I caught about two dozen cheap elbows to my ribs, shoulder checks, and so on. All I heard was "Fuck you, Tex!" and "Go home, you Texas faggot!" If you're thinking, "I woulda knocked somebody out," no, you wouldn't have. It was very clear that you'd have been stomped into the hospital by 30 people if you did. They wanted you to, so they could.
When we finally made it out of that sewer, I took off my 10 jersey and stuffed it into one pocket of my shorts and my Longhorn hat into the other one, as my only backup was a 60-year-old man and I knew those psychos were only going to get worse as we got away from the stadium and all the cops. I walked back shirtless across at least a mile of that shitty place, watching people throw Molotov cocktails into dumpsters and light couches on fire in the street. It looked like Beirut or something.
When we got back to the truck, I told my dad I'd be fucking embarrassed if anything like that ever happened in Austin. He nodded sadly (remember he invested 30 years of his life into that place) and said, "Yeah, it happened after the Michigan game last year, too."
I said, "Wait, y'all beat Michigan last year."
He looked over at me and said, "Oh, yeah. It doesn't matter who wins the game. They do this after every big game either way now."
In conclusion... Fuck Ohio State in their faces. I hope we win by 70 and everybody transfers out of that shithole.
Were you there, too? Tell your story. Let's get worked up...