[Repost] Moments of pique

[branchandroot]

When I first moved to Columbus, Ohio I encountered many people who insisted that, now I attended OSU, I was a Buckeye. That is, a fan of the football team of the same name. My protestations that I am not a fan of any kind of football, or any team playing it, fell on deaf ears. I quickly learned to be careful who I told about my previous city of residence--that is, Ann Arbor, Michigan. The manager of the apartment we moved into greeted our first call to inquire about vacancies with the sally "Oh, we don't rent to people from Ann Arbor." It was nearly not a joke. My wails that I have never taken notice of Ann Arbor football, either, except to make sure I'm finished shopping before the game lets out, were of no use.

This all vexed me mightily.

In fact, it vexed me sufficiently that I designed this bumpersticker. The only thing that kept me from getting it printed and putting it on my car was Ken's cogent observation that it would get my tires shot out.

The sentiment stands, nevertheless.