This message was alternating on one of the signs along 315 today:
The Buckeyes’ open practice was tonight, and even if that weren’t common knowledge it’s not hard to figure out what a generic reference to “FOOTBALL” means when you’re on 315. It’s also not hard to picture a T-Rex crashing through swarms of witless commuters, veering right to exit at the last second and not even signaling.
I was pretty amazed, what with the open practice gates opening at 5:15, at how light traffic was this afternoon. Presumably some portion of northbound traffic saw today’s driving instructions directed at dinosaurs, said “F that noise,” and promptly exited at the Medical Center.