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Sylva, NC

Member since 30 August 2010 | Blog


  • SPORTS MOMENT: Pitching a one-hit game, still losing 4-2.
  • COLLEGE FOOTBALL PLAYER: Owens, Hondo, Spielman, Tatum, Cleamons, Snouffer (my cousin-basketball)
  • NFL TEAM: Browns
  • NHL TEAM: national hormone league?
  • NBA TEAM: does cleveland still have a team?
  • MLB TEAM: Yankees

Recent Activity

Comment 23 Nov 2015

Great piece, Alum. As a Buckeye oldster, I vividly recall similar feelings and stages of grief at the end of the 1970 season, when the steamroller which was the super sophs turned jammin' juniors (anachronism, I know!) ran into the future in the person of Jim Plunkett and the Stanford Indians (O! the political incorrectness!). All of the same ingredients were present: An anointed team under the direction of a legendary coach; a fairly easy schedule (only Northwestern and Michigan were ranked); a seeming ability to rise to any challenge; and a self-satisfied fan base who were sure that the Bucks would win National Championships until Jesus returned. As a 17-year-old, I was blissfully unaware of the stages of grief 9 (EK-R not having identified them yet), but I certainly went through every stage of them in my adolescent mind. There is, however, another parallel which has not yet come to fruition. That is the 20-9 victory the #2 Buckeyes secured against 9th-ranked _ichigan. It is a parallel I fervently hope manifests this Saturday! Go Bucks! Beat the Khaki & Blue!!!!!

Comment 18 Oct 2015

Thanks to all for the cogent comments. This forum is filled with smart people!

Comment 18 Oct 2015

Thanks for the point-by-point analysis, JKH. All of those things make abundant sense. I am a huge Darron Lee fan, both as a player and as an outstanding young man. Hopefully he can shake off the injury bug. Also, him playing the nickel back makes a lot of sense and explains why he is not at the line of scrimmage more. Again, thanks!

Comment 12 Sep 2015

Being a transplant to Carolina (North, of course), I am drinking some Mother Earth Bohemian Style Pilsner today. At the risk of starting a fight I cannot win, I think beer should taste like beer, not fruit, and certainly not a vegetable whose two designated uses are in pie and as a synonym for Jim Harbaugh's head.

Comment 09 Jun 2015

I was born in the year that Joseph Stalin died. Dwight Eisenhower was President. Growing up, I was very aware of the WWII generation - all of my uncles fought in the war (my father, being a bit younger, fought in Korea). Those men possessed a calm assurance that they were on the right side of history and a quiet integrity which was displayed in all that they did and said. They were not perfect, but their legacy suggests that there are things which are more important than life - freedom, human dignity, courage, and willing sacrifice. It would be naive to idolize these men, but it would also  be criminal to ignore their contributions to our continued enjoyment of peace and plenty. Defining what a hero is can be a tricky business, but the heroism and tenacity of their fight will live forever in our collective memory; with honor, gratitude, and hearfelt thanks.

Comment 30 Apr 2015

Jumar, I know you expressed a preference for gas, but after years of frustration with hot spots, disintegrating burners and grates, and expensive gas refills, I bit the bullet and bought a Big Green Egg. Yes, it uses charcoal, but unlike most charcoal grills, lighting it is a breeze and once it is lit, temperature control is precise and simple. I have done steaks at 700 degrees, perfectly seared and juicy, as well as slow-cooking whole prime rib, turkey, and pork loin. The Egg can hold a temp of 250 degrees for hours. It is pricey, but comes with a lifetime guarantee, lots of accessories, and an awesome reputation for service and durability. I am set for life!

Comment 04 Mar 2015

Mr Byrne,

With all the respect due to one of Marion's elite from a former denizen of one of its cowtown satellites (Richwood), I must take exception to your seniors comment. I am one of the silver-haired legions of tOSU faithful, and though the old gray stallion ain't quite what he used to be, the strain of dialing 10 numbers has not yet exceeded my abilities. After all, Warren G. "Winnie" Harding was equally silver-haired when he laid waste to the question, "Who is the greatest president of all time?" Though I would never put myself on the same plane with such an esteemed politico, raconteur, and dandler of young lovelies, I do believe my powers are not waning to the degree that area codes have become a mystery. Keep up the good work, my young friend, from an admirer and fan in his golden years.



Comment 03 Mar 2015

Saw Robin Trower live in 1974 - he was the middle act in a triple bill headlined by Mott the Hoople (their song All the Way from Memphis is badass) and opened by an unknown band from Boston called Aerosmith. Great concert. What I remember of it, that is. My contribution to the discussion would have to include a very obscure track by a 70's band called Captain Beyond, three members of which were Iron Butterfly alumni.The song is Sufficiently Breathless. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kHk-cyhdD80  Another would be a classic by one of the great bands of all time, Buffalo Springfield, whose members were a who's who of folk rock: Neil Young, Stephen Stills, Richie Furay, Jim Messina. The title is Bluebird https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=55q2rRh5UUU

Comment 21 Feb 2015

Any fruit pie is great, as long as it is not overpoweringly sweet - that perfect combination of tart and sweet makes pie the clear winner over cake. If I had to choose one, it would be Grandma Zuspan's gooseberry pie, made with the small, sour, green gooseberries and the flakiest crust ever seen in Union County.

Comment 20 Jan 2015

I live in the epicenter of tobacco road, where basketball is king and football is simply a diversion and an excuse to do keg stands in the fall. Most of the folks at work gave us no chance against either Alabama or Oregon, but all were gracious and congratulatory after the Buckeye Domination. Flying my Buckeye flag proudly and wearing my gear every chance I get.

Comment 31 Dec 2014

You make some excellent points, Scarpenter, the most salient of which is the passion which is shared among the players and staff on this outstanding team. I recall a similarly passionate era, led by the inimitable WWH, whose passion often landed him in hot water. Toward the end of his career there were many calls for his removal, both by fans and media, but he withstood those cries and his passion and his love for the young men who played for him kept him steady (until the unfortunate incident in Jacksonville). It sounds to me like many of Fickell's players would gladly run through a brick wall for him, or, more apropos, swim a crimson tide. This is the kind of loyalty, respect, and heart upon which great teams are founded, and, to the credit of both Luke and Urban, that is the case. No matter what happens tomorrow night, and I fully expect a resounding Buckeye victory, I am as proud of this team as I have been of any in the 50+ years I have been watching tOSU football. I can hardly wait for tomorrow to come, and for the many great seasons which are surely to follow. GO BUCKS! Roll back that damn red tide!

Comment 20 Dec 2014

Some great albums listed here; as one of the resident old guys, I'll add a few I didn't see:

Aerosmith - eponymous debut album

Santana - Abraxas

Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young - Deja Vu

King Crimson - In the Hall of the Crimson King

Joe Walsh - The Smoker You Drink, the Player You Get

Van Morrison - No Guru, No Method, No Teacher

Marvin Gaye - What's Going On

Jimi Hendrix - Axis Bold as Love

Traffic - Low Spark of High-Heeled Boys

Iron Butterfly - In a Gadda Da Vida

Little Feat - Dixie Chicken

Doobie Brothers - Toulouse Street

David Bowie/Brian Eno - Heroes

The Paul Winter Consort - Icarus

Steely Dan - Pretzel Logic

Joni Mitchell - Blue

Beach Boys - Surf's Up

Genesis - Selling England by the Pound

John Coltrane - Blue Train

Etc., etc., etc.........

Comment 06 Dec 2014

Just moved to W-S in September, but I have been a North Carolina resident for 36 years. Born and raised amidst the cornfields and hog farms of Union County (Richwood, to be precise) and I sometimes long for those long, cold, late fall sunsets and concerts at the Agora. Then, I come to my senses and thank God my old, creaky bones are in the South. Forever a Buckeye...

Comment 20 Sep 2014

JK, as I was reading this I was thinking about Jim Bouton's book, "Ball Four", a revealing look inside the great Yankee teams of the late fifties/early sixties, detailing the shenanigans Mantle and the rest of the boys would perpetrate. Of course, back then, those things were never mentioned in the media (CBS owned the Yankees), lest the Boys of Summer become the Three Stooges.

Comment 14 Jul 2014

Double Ouch! As a kid all I had to read were Superman comic books, Hardy boys mysteries, and the women's underwear section of the Sears catalog. Welcome to the fold, Patrick. I think the best college football site on the internet just got a bit better!

Comment 04 Jul 2014

Randy Gradishar is simply the best linebacker ever to don the scarlet and gray. Apologies to Messers Spielman, Hawk, Johnson, and Katzenmoyer. He was a tackling machine, whose brain worked just as well as his body. He was a truly nice guy as well. Unless you happened to be hitting the three hole with hopes of positive yardage.

Comment 09 Jun 2014

My first two years in school at tOSU (1971-72) I lived in the dorm on the west side of the stadium. Back then, temporary bleachers were erected in the south end of the stadium during football season and taken down when it ended. One of our favorite winter activities was "liberating" a pitching machine, making a crapload of snowballs, and flinging them at unsuspecting pedestrians crossing the open end of the stadium. Maturity quotient - 1; Fun quotient - 10.

Comment 31 May 2014

I really thought it was funny, obviously, I posted three times. Apologies!

Comment 31 May 2014

Similar story - one of my college friends was named Richard Hertzer. We called him Big Dick.

Comment 31 May 2014

Similar story - one of my college friends was named Richard Hertzer. We called him Big Dick.