Quotes About Buckeyes

FLIGHT (excerpt) You slid into the summer of my sleeping, crept into my lonely hours, ate the music of my dreams. … It is the time of the waking cold, when buckeyes, Like a thousand thousand metronomes, take time, and you, fat on my summer sleep, twitter toward me, walk away. It is the time for the parting of our days.

I cannot stand the Buckeyes, and having to live in Ohio and hear those people talk about their team, it drives me absolutely nuts.