Yeah, it was pretty disappointing. All I really wanted was one each of the Red and White alternate jerseys. The hockey helmets that were supposed to be available were all sold during some "presale" on Friday. I had gone to a couple of these like 15 years ago when they used to do them, and they had a limit on 2 jerseys per person. This was just a complete disaster.
I knew exactly what was going to happen when I saw the trashbags.
I was in line Friday night around 9, good enough for 5th in line. The first 3 guys in line were all dealers, from Michigan no less.. Once the doors opened up they literally bear-hugged as many jerseys as they could.
I can confirm this as I was in line right behind them and they were discussing autographs for quite some time.
I got in line last night at 8:50pm and was 5th in line. I was hoping to get a red and a white alternate jersey and a hockey helmet. The first 3 guys in line were all dealers, the 4th a collector like myself. As we were waiting to go in, I noticed that the first 3 guys all had their pockets stuffed with trash bags. Those guys literally grabbed entire racks full of jerseys. I ended up getting a white jersey. There were no hockey helmets available as those were apparently all sold to employees in some sort of "presale". The whole thing was the closest thing to the fall of Saigon that I will ever experience.
At least when they did this like 12 years ago they would limit it to like 2 football jerseys per person.
Word on the street is that helmets will run $1500 each.
I love 11W, but if I ever get to the point where I'm listing my helmet sticker count as an "accomplishment" something has gone very, very wrong.
Definitely agree 100%. I'm probably in the minority on this, but I really don't enjoy the atmosphere at Ohio Stadium as much as I did in the mid 90's. The whole experience has become way too corporate.
I sniped former Blue Jackets goalie Ron Tugnutt in a pickup game. That was probably my ceiling of achievement.
Edit: Not sure if it counts, But I snuck on the field before the OSU-UM game his year. That may have been my best overall moment, I lead a sad existence.
on the contrary, he has 3.
I guess when I think of a middle aged man coaching 18-21 year old women, and resorting to tactics such as "Handrahan, according to witnesses, made sexual comments or innuendos about female players and their relationships with their boyfriends and that he routinely used sexually explicit or vulgar language during practices and in games.".... amongst other things mentioned, kinda strikes me as shitbag type behavior.
While it definitely requires a different style, it's more than possible to do without being accused of sexual harassment. Or without being a general shitbag as is the case here.
He has 3 daughters. At least 1 of them is involved with hockey in the city.
I was kind of surprised as well. Was selling his HS jacket too. I'm kind of surprised that some people that earn them dont really look at them as a big deal. My girlfriend played hockey at Ohio State for 4 years and said she never put hers on once.
It did not....however I was sort of let down that there wasn't a can of Skoal in one of the pockets.
I've been up there every year since 2001 and have always had pretty positive experiences. Only B1G school I would never return to is Penn State. Those people are just horrible.
I bought Mike Vrabels Varsity O jacket at his auction when his family relocated to Houston earlier this year. Easily one of the top 2 or 3 purchases I've made during my lifetime.
After playing on the OL for my entire football career, which went from pee wee through HS, while at times I miss it, if not on scholarship my personal choice would be to hang it up and save myself the toll that 4 more years of hits would save on my body. I feel like a broken down wreck as is, with the many years of both football and competitive hockey having added up through the years.
Roosters on Olentangy River Rd if you're in the mood for beer and chicken wings, they've got probably the best ones in Columbus.
Some of the best memories I have are driving up from Dayton to St. John arena with my Dad for the games in the early 90's. After almost every weekend game without fail, my 10 year old self would be on the floor waiting for the team to straggle out so I could get my program signed. To a man, every single member of that team was beyond friendly to a kid who at the time wanted nothing more than to stand close to those guys even for a second. I still have all of those programs, as well as pictures of those 90-91 and 91-92 teams in my rec room today. Sad day. Godspeed, Steve.
I would give Bills Donut Shop in Centerville a route to my bank account if they would just let me sit there and gorge myself until I passed.
Having interacted with them in those people in the past, including being physically confronted over there in 2005, this surprises me exactly 0%.