State College is to College Station as Columbus is to Austin

Two weeks ago I was in State College, PA, home of football powerhouse Penn State University.   One of the first things I noticed upon entering my tasteful, blue and white hotel room at the Nittany Inn was the brochure for Football Fantasy Camp 2009.  For $4,995, one could spend four days in football/PSU alumni bliss: meet JoePa, get lectures from the coaches, suit up, tread upon the natural grass of Beaver stadium, and then play an exhibition (flag) football game.  I can totally see the appeal to forty/fiftysomething men.

Chad pointed out that PSU has more wins this year than Rice, the Seahawks, UW Huskies, and Washington State Cougars combined.  (This may not be a fair analogy: Rice‘s record is better than those other three teams combined, too.)  Still, the level of enthusiasm is totally foreign to me.  While geocaching on a warm Tuesday evening near their ginormous (capacity: 100,000+) stadium.  Students were already tent-camping in the open lot,  hoping to secure tickets for the next home game:

Students line up on Monday for good seats on Saturday
Students line up on Tuesday for good seats on Saturday. (PSU won #8, 46-17)

On the other side of the stadium was a tribute to Joe Paterno’s long, successful career:

Joe Paterno, PSU coach since before I was born
JoePa, PSU coach since before I was born

Not surprisingly, this rates as virtual geocache. The cache owner wrote me a paragraph educating me on the “bonus” question.  That’s enthusiasm.

The following week, I was in Columbus, home of Ohio State.  Whereas State College is the university, there was no doubt Columbus was the fifteenth largest city in the U.S. that just happens a large university on the north side that mucks up traffic whenever there’s a home game.  They’re mostly harmless.  Just don’t park your car there. (For my Texas friends: State College is to College Station as Columbus is to Austin (without any hills.)

Since I was going to be downtown all week, it made sense to ditch my rental car.   While I could have just done a blind drop-off, I was hoping to get them to give me a ride back downtown.  To pass the hour until they opened, I stopped at a park along the Olentagy river.    When I returned, I saw OSU’s welcome wagon had visited:

With love from Ohio State fans
I did not receive the"don't park your car outdoors" memo

Nothing was stolen, but I was officially rooting against OSU in The Big Game scheduled that weekend.  (State College was no safer after the game.)