Mike Thomas from the VT 30.
Rod Smith -- 121 yds
Lord, I'm glad I'm not the guy who asked Urban about "the new tunnel". If you look up "lame" in the dictionary...
The gameday experience today was outstanding. We won. We played a very disciplined team made up of future American heros who are cheered for by the smartest, fittest, best-scrubbed college-aged kids you've ever seen. Watching the midshippersons[?] march across the field to their seats made you wish you weren't hoping they'd lose. Hearing the Star Spangled Banner sung by the Navy choir in the very city where British bombs were bursting in air back in 1814 set the tone for the rest of the day. It was spectacular. Before the opening kick-off, Navy and Buckeye players met at midfield for a handshake. Then at the half, tOSU did a very cool tribute to Navy, which touched the older Navy grads around us, and topped it off with a Double Script Ohio. Awesome, as always. But the truly breathtaking moment that had everyone around me dumbstruck was at the end of the game, all players from both teams met at midfield, walked together toward the Navy middies' end zone and listened respectfully the Navy Choir sing The Navy Hymn. Then they all walked together to the Buckeye end zone where TBDGITL did the usual Carmen Ohio. The Navy guy beside me was really moved. He asked me "Wouldn't it be great if that would spread?" I thought, yeah that would be good. Then all schools would do things right, like The Ohio State University already does.
When JoePa State does their White-Out gimmick, it makes me want to kill somebody and puke on their corpse. When our Navy does it, I want to stand up and salute. These uniforms are awesome. But they ain't Scarlet and Gray. Go Bucks, God Bless the USA.
I'm a Columbus kid who's lived in the Baltimore/Washington area for over 30 yearrs. For those of you attending the Navy game, you'll have a ball. Baltimore has magnificent seafood, the world's best aquarium and a bar that serves massive platters of bacon to its patrons every hour on the hour. Free handfuls of crispy bacon that you simply cannot turn down. Then later this year, come back again for the Maryland Terrapins' cheesy crab-dip pretzel and watch the game in a cozy venue the size of an Ohio high school stadium. Don't know if adding Maryland will be good for the BiG, but these will be fun games with great eats and pleasing final scores. Come join us and let Marylanders know what true football fans look like.
I love Ohio State football because it fills me with hope 9 months of the year and has me walking a tightrope between fear and exhilaration the other 3. It can make me cry and withdraw from my fellow man. Yet it is an ironclad guarantee of magnificent Saturdays in the Fall of every year -- every single year, 60 of them for me. When I die, if I wake up in the 'Shoe with a double script Ohio, I'll know I made it into heaven. Great article!
If a guy has offers from both scUM and tOSU, and picks scUM, the least he can do is provide some comic relief. This clown surely has.
It changed mine too. Keep saying it, He hears you and it works. Happy for your happiness.
My beautiful, kind, loving wife has been diagnosed twice -- once breast cancer, once lymphoma. Double Fuck Cancer.
Luke needs to try the Serenity Prayer -- calmly accept the things you can't control; work you butt off on the things you can; and make damn sure you know the difference.
Think this young man is tough? He stared down cancer at the age of eight! I will always be a Josh Moore fan, regardless of how his future unfolds on the field. Welcome to your new home, Mr. Moore.
Tom Herman may need to draw-up some Tackle-Eligible plays.
You're in your late teens or early 20s, you're in phenomenal shape, you play games outdoors all afternoon with your closest friends, then you have all the meat you can eat cooked for you on a barbecue grill. What's not to like? Old men like me can only dream and remember.
I remember when Woody was fired, Lou said he didn’t want to be the OSU coach who followed Woody Hayes. He wanted to be the OSU coach who followed the coach who followed Woody Hayes. It was a great, insightful line that, sadly, never came true for him. I sorta wish it had.
Even if they were both equal in recruiting and coaching-up defensive linemen, I'd give the nod to Johnson. Because it's highly unlikely he's going to disrupt the chemistry of the coaching staff the way Vrabel did. Loved Vrabel as a player and am proud he was a loyal Buckeye. But you can't tear into your peers, or your head coach, roid-rage style, and hang onto your job for long. Being 'disruptive' is a great thing for a defensive lineman, but it's problematic for a coach. He'll likely mellow with age -- most of us do -- but for the time being, I'm happier with Johnson teaching the student athletes.
He'll go high if he plays complete games and doesn't get rushed into the locker room after every hard hit. He has the RGIII skills the league likes these days, but his toughness and leadership are really suspect.
Thanks, but no thanks. The whole point of tradition is that it's one of the few things in life that doesn't change. That's its beauty. That's why we hold tradition dear. The night sky is foreboding black, our little boats are tossed and turned on rough seas, but tradition is our lighthouse. It let's us know we belong here and everything is going to be okay. Put your earbuds in and listen to whatever you'd like during Ohio State football games. But please don't move my lighthouse.
Had my tonsils yanked when I was in college back in 1970. The surgery led to an infection which kept me hospitalized, and in agony, for a week longer than expected. Then, the day I finally got home to recuperate fully, the U.S. conducted its first ever draft lottery on live national TV. [Viet Nam was winding down, but the draft was still in effect]. Ping pong balls numbered 1-366 were pulled out of a drum and matched with birthdates -- low numbered birthdate, you're likely headed to southeast Asia. Suffering excruciating pain in bed, just as Ramzy described, I tuned in. My birthday came up in the 330s and, though the razor blades in the back of my throat were still there, I was instantly one giddy, unlikely-to-be-drafted college kid. Never had oxycontin, but missing out on war in the rice paddies sure made me feel better.
There ought to be some sort of trophy for "Most Lovable Player".
Great piece of writing DJ. The 'structural integrity' of a crack house was an especially apt description of the NCAA. The vomit-caked urinal could have waited 'til after my morning coffee, but on the whole, really nice work.
This alone should silence the Craft-haters, but of course it won't. They want a 30-point per game guy. Whether he can read and write would be immaterial to them. And, for some reason, those rosy cheeks just drive them berserk. Might be a complexion issue.
Vrabel leaves... next man up. Nice work, Zach!
Great job, young man. Thoughtful and well written. The Ohio State University is a place where you can accomplish more than you ever expected -- get a great education, make new friends [and maybe a wife] from among thousands of bright motivated OSU students, play big boy football and set up a life for yourself after football that will benefit you and your family for the rest of your lives. These are the rewards that only a great university like tOSU can offer ...for your dedication, your hard work and, yes, for your preparation. Welcome to your new home!
I like the "THE" shirt. Are they common back in Ohio or is this a new thing? [I'm in Maryland and have never seen one before] Everybody in football knows who "THE" is and I like the idea a lot. Would love to wear one to the Maryland game this fall.