As the daughter of a lifelong Buckeyes fan, I’ve spent countless Saturdays tailgating outside Ohio Stadium and nights inside the Schottenstein Center watching basketball. In one of my earliest memories, I was maybe 6 years old, wearing a little OSU cheerleading uniform and sitting in the stands at the Schott when I felt a tap on my shoulder.
It was Brutus Buckeye – Ohio State’s ever-smiling nutty mascot – inviting me to dance with him in the aisle.
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I froze. I wasn’t scared of Brutus, but this timid child was scared of the spotlight. I could feel the crowd’s eyes turning to
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