The Dab !!!

The game of football in itself is exciting enough as it stands. Being a buckeye and loving the game of football….adds a notch to that level of excitement because….The buckeyes are just awesome. Now here is where things go from being exciting to outright dangerously exciting. You’re a buckeye fan, you or someone in your family attended the (yes I said “The”) Ohio State University and have known the Michigan (the M is crossed out here theoretically) Rivalry. I am building up to something here. So let’s continue…right, you are a buckeye fan, you have “hypothetically” attended the University, You love football (cannot forget that), and maybe….just maybe, you grew up in Ohio…..

Let’s see I grew up in Ohio, attended the University as a young (okay smart) undergraduate, currently attend the university as a graduate student, happened to play football in high school and happen to love football in general. So that means that I am on that dangerously excited level, especially when the buckeyes went to that school up north and not only got the V, but did so in a matter befitting the Buckeye way. I think I almost lost a vocal chord watching the game this past weekend. And they thought they could deter us by locking the OSU players out of their rooms. Tsk Tsk Tsk Michigan (my apologies for not crossing out the M).

Now let’s get to the real exciting story here. As long as athletics have been around the players have always gotten the accolades and come up with the dances. Lo and behold it seems the scripts have changed and now the coaches are partaking in the dance celebrations. The man up there in the picture, ” the man, the legend, the Urban legend,…..” has crossed that threshold and performed the dab and I could not be more excited to see it. Let’s examine the player to his right and you can almost feel the excitement. Now as I sit here and prepare for the finals and an end to this first semester, I am starting to think of what dances I can borrow when I finally do to finals what the Buckeyes did to that school up north.

The Dab,
Yours Truly, Didier H.