I did something nefarious to some Buckeye fans in 2006.
We lost the game and I was down on 6th Street making my way toward the more then, civilized 4th Street area with the now, Ex-Mrs. Lid - The Sequel. Started talking with two married Buckeye couples ... no buckeyes around their neck, about my age (mid to late 40s). They were gracious, intelligent, not thrilled about 6th street. So, I told them to go to a jazz club on 4th street since that is where we were headed. Gave them directions.
After they walked off, 4 stereotypical Bucknut dudes walk up... intoxicated, Bucknut jerseys, Bucknuts around the neck. One of them loudly mumbles out... "Dude! We like your lady! Can you tell us where we can go to find hot chicks who look like her!" I said, "Sure. There is this place called Oil Can Harry's. It's on 4th Street. You will find exactly what you are looking for there! Now, on game nights, the cover charge can be a bit steep but what you will find on the inside is well worth the price and right up your alley."
Their response? "Fuckin' A Dude. Go Buckeyes!"
I hope they enjoyed their time there.