Hotel Reservation, Check. Rental car Reservation, Check. American Airlines Bargain Basement Ticket, Check. Game Ticket, Che....OOOPs.

Tickets, tickets, who’s got the tickets. The packages were more than this emerging writer could justify (especially as Jenny reminds me how much I have already invested in this book which in her words “is still not finished”), so the Davis family decided to save our nest egg for some future Rose Bowl. As a result, I’ll be leaving by myself on a cheap jet plane and heading to the Big Easy to be where the stories are, but like many of you still looking for the elusive game ticket.

I may have a line on one, depending on how the lottery goes. But if anyone out there is looking to unload one to a loyal Buckeye at a reasonable cost, rather than selling your soul to make big money from some tiger fan, I’m your guy.

If not, well I’ll still be there and watching it with many of you in the parking lot. I'm not alone it appears. As I sat in Gene Smith's office recently waiting to interview him, I heard his administrative assistant say to more than one caller, "Sir, you'll have to talk to the ticket office about that."