As an Ohio State fan, I've spent the last few months trying to justify to myself that it wasn't that bad, that things were inevitably at their lowest today and in no way could they stumble further into the cellar tomorrow. Oops.
Now? Yeah, whatever. They did it. They did everything. Terrelle Pryor fights dogs with Michael Vick, robs stage coaches and eats baby brains? Sure. I'm buying. Jim Tressel worships Satan and drinks cases of Busch Light by himself at home in his garage? Sounds perfectly plausible. Ohio State football will field a team of Yorkshire Terriers next season? I can totally see that.
Why the hell not? Pryor is already apparently breaking every other rule possible - including getting somewhere between $20-$40K for autographing memorabilia for an Ohio State booster who gave him cash and, oh yeah, checks. (Seriously, do we not know that checks are easily traced? We have to be the worst cheaters ever.)
Of course, Pryor will have to sell his autographs somewhere else since he won't be doing it in Columbus anymore. The quarterback declared his eligibilty over for Ohio State - just before the NCAA was about to do the same.
As more and more pieces become public, Tressel's resignation becomes clearer. Things are bad. This football program at OSU is undergoing a pre-emptive internal strike to avoid the NCAA's even more epic wrath. Tressel's gone. Pryor's gone. A lot of wins from the past two seasons will be gone. AD Gene Smith, despite anything you read, is also gone. Luke Fickell is a true interim coach and will be gone next year because nobody associated with this mess will survive. Scholarships will be gone and probably any chance at playing in a bowl game next year.