Friday night in Columbus is about to hit louder than a fire alarm in a frat house. Ohio State’s offense is a sports car doing 120 on the freeway, with Ryan Day holding the keys and zero interest in slowing down. The Shoe will be a scarlet circus, and every Buckeye snap feels like a punch that might end the fight before halftime. But Washington isn’t here to play background music—they’re the drunk friend at the party who shows up late, steals the aux cord, and somehow keeps the crowd dancing anyway.

This is Midwest discipline colliding with Pacific Northwest chaos, and it’s going to be glorious. The Buckeyes have the horsepower, but the Huskies have the haymakers, and neither side looks ready to blink first. By the fourth quarter, this could devolve into pure survival—broken coverages, wild scrambles, and refs who everyone agrees are plotting against them. Winner gets playoff hype and eternal tailgate glory, loser gets memes, group chat abuse, and six months of “what ifs.”