My friend Dan lives in Gambier, Ohio, where his wife teaches French at Kenyon College. He emailed before Monday night's championship game that he doesn't really follow college football, fully aware as he is of the corruption in its ranks and the mostly abandoned ideal of the scholar-athlete. Yet, he added, living where he does, it's hard not to get caught up in Buckeye fever.
I know what he means. Watching college football requires a suspension of disapproval.
