They got my attention so I guess they really work! Thanks for the info.
Uniform question -- been a lo-o-o-ong time since I've worn one. What are the thin bands many players wear on their legs, just below their knees, and arms, just above their elbows? Seems they're mainly worn by the skill guys, but they look too thin and flimsy to provide support or to catch sweat. What are they for? Somebody help an old man please.
As someone whose mental health can't be labeled pristine, this message hit a chord with me.
Me too. But I'll tell you what, DJ Byrnes. If you ever even think of hurting yourself, I'll drive back to Ohio and beat the crap out of you. God put you here to write for the rest who can't. You have a gift that I open every morning of my life. Your writing is pristine. Don't ever forget that.
I don't buy this crap that it's science. It was MAGIC.
Best screen shot of the night. VA Tech fan asking guy next to her, "Was that trick photography? Is it even legal? Our defenders never had a chance! How can a player running full speed spin 360 and never miss a step?"
In 2005, in my late 50s, I had a bad fall that left me with a broken neck, fractured skull and crushed vertebra. The kids I taught in Sunday school in Arlington VA sent Tress a letter telling him a Buckeye fanatic was now flat on his back at the Washington Hospital Center in DC. In response, Tress sent me an 8x10 photo of him cheering on his players during the Miami national title game. On it he wrote to me, "Get better soon, Geoff. The Buckeyes are cheering for you. Go Bucks, Jim Tressel." I loved him even before that act of unexpected kindness, but now I fight folks who speak ill of him. God threw away the mold after He made Jim Tressel.
Anyone know the names of these Moms, left to right?
I'd like to be able to connect players and Moms. I'd bet my car that the woman in the middle, getting a big hug, is Steven Collier's Mom, but the others I don't recognize.
Remember, DJ, to NEVER split an infinitive.
The designer cut off the two pointed tails -- the most distinguishing feature of our great flag -- to turn it into a non-existent 'weathered crest'. I don't get that. Give me a T with the true burgee and I'll 'buy 'em by the sack'. But 'a weathered crest'? No thanks.
Life is unfair. Makes me weep. Rest in peace Zach Farmer.
What does it say about the State of Ohio that every year we enshrine some famous Ohioan in butter? Are we a little salty? Are we smooth 'like butter'? Do we go well with corn? Whatever it is, I'm proud as hell of it.
In a tradition as old as The Game itself, speedy Buckeye players zoom away from a bumbling herd of slovenly Wolverines following them into the end zone.
This whole episode is perfectly revealing of Saban's character and Alabama's venal culture. The Buckeye players were playing for love of each other and love of their University. Saban and Alabama were playing for future earnings. End of story.
You're being prayed for, Zach. Kick that cancer's ass.
Conference Championship games select not only the best team in a conference, they also establish, implicitly, who's NOT the best team. Regardless of who finishes second in the B1G, they aren't going to the Natty in place of the Champions of any other power conference. Simple as that.
Great, informative piece on a wonderfully magnetic young man. I'd never heard of the three color-coded levels of maturity and responsibility before, and think it's a brilliant technique. Hope Cardale can climb up to gold before Fall camp. I'd hate to see him lose the starting job because of off-the-field issues. I try not to think about the QB conundrum -- it makes me sad. Two really great Buckeye QBs are going to become back-ups. Cardale needs to grow up fast.
What stands out to me about Cardale and so many other Buckeyes is their gratitude. They always mention that they're 'honored' to help out, or 'blessed' to be in the position football provides them to benefit others. That Attitude of Gratitude will serve them well throughout their lives. Great job, Cardale, You'll always be a winner in life. Your future is assured.
One benefit of old age [one of the very few]... I saw all 4 of these guys play in the 'Shoe. Counting on Zeke or somebody to give me "one for the thumb".
Went to my first game with my Dad in 1954. NEVER been more proud!
In all my excitement over DJ's Skyline chili epiphany, I forgot to thank him for that Jesse Owens piece.
Yeah, I guess you could say he was a BALLER -- an Ohio State athlete, permanently enshrined in Ann Arbor, for an athletic feat that will never be matched and simply could not be ignored, even by skunk weasels. Whenever I brag about Ohio, I mention Thomas Edison, the Wright brothers, Neil Armstrong ...and Jesse Owens. He was an honest-to-God American icon before his 23rd birthday. Just imagine that.
Anyway, DJ, this has been a good day's work. So take the rest of the day off.
Congratulations to DJ for manning up and admitting he's been wrong about Skyline Chili all these years.
A couple of months ago, after he'd cavalierly trashed the world's finest chili, I almost drove back to Ohio just to track him down and set things straight. I moved to the DC area over 30 years ago to work in politics. Over the years, I've suffered through about a million fundraising 'chili cook-offs'. Want to know who usually wins here in the Capital of the Free World? The guy who puts cinnamon in his recipe! The guy who ate Skyline Chili one time, years ago, and has put cinnamon in his 'secret recipe from Tulsa' ...or 'Houston' ...or 'Santa Fe' ever since. That's right -- Cincinnati posers. Frauds. Faux-Buckeyes!!
If we had Skyline in Maryland, I'd be there every day till I died from the stuff. Here, all we have is a pretty good dive called Hard Times Cafe which has two flags over the bar -- one from Texas and one beautiful Ohio flag -- signifying their chili roots. Ohio outsells Texas' pretend chili 2:1.
Take pride, DJ. Skyline is the Chili that keeps on giving.
Been going to games since 1954, but never to watch a brand get promoted. smh
I hope he fires a strike from the warning track in deep center field. I don't doubt for a second that he can do it.