It must be strange living someplace other than the South during the football season. I'm not talking about the Saints here, I am talking about NCAA Football, the religion that happens on Saturdays. No matter who your team is you've got time honored traditions, Saturday night in Baton Rouge's Death Valley, the 12th man at Texas A&M, the collapsing into the fetal position just before kick off in Oxford Mississippi. It's all good. I don't think much of Ohio State football, after the allegations earlier this year I think less of them. I do however have a special spot in my heart for this particular fan. His last move, or lack of movement, was devoted to the college football team he loved.