If you know anything about Ohio State, you know about a coach named Woody Hayes. He was legendary. In my case, my grandpa happened to be friends with him. I remember my dad telling us of how Coach Woody would stop by their house for visits. Needless to say, I was raised to be a Buckeye.
Then entered...Adam. From the minute we met and found out where we were from...it was on. He was born and brought up in the Air Force but spent most of his life in Texas. He HATED Ohio and I didn't care much for his home state. Not that it would have been a deal-breaker or anything, but there was definite friction. It really came out in full swing during game days.
Adam ended up getting an assignment that made us MOVE to a base in Texas and I cried for about two weeks straight. We lived in Texas for four years which was good, because I learned that some of the nicest people on earth were there. It was tricky during football season though. When I wore my Buckeye gear, ESPECIALLY when we played Texas in 2005, it felt as though I was taking my life into my own hands - just by going to the grocery store.
All in all, Adam will always be a Longhorn and I will be a Buckeye 'till the end. Our kids cheer for both teams so that keeps the peace I guess. The season is over for us, (can I hear 12 and 0?) but Texas still has a couple more games.
Adam and I have this thing that we do but we've never, ever talked about it. In our closet, I have a Buckeye shirt hanging up so it's the first thing you see. He always changes it to one of his Texas shirts. I'll hear him quitely laugh in the morning and when I go in after he's gone, I see that he's done it again.
I imagine that it's good for the kids to know that we can have our differences and stay true to who we are while still coming together in the end. It's nice to have some healthy competition in the house for them to grow up with. It's also nice that Adam leaves for work so early in the morning so I can always change the shirt back to what it should be.
GO BUCKEYES!!!