Just tell the guy, "Look I'm here to rehab not stroke your ego, so can you just be a professional and do your job without offending your clients?" It's real simple, act like a professional, not a duchebag. Where do you live? I can't image a guy being such an ass in Ohio.
I have to say if you're in Austin, TX Franklin's Barbecue is the place to go! If you aren't familiar with Franklin's then I'll let the parking lot do the talking: https://franklinbarbecue.com/menu/ https://twitter.com/FranklinBBQline
The line starts in the morning and is a daily experience. I made a late decision to give it a try and crashed the place in spite of the "Sorry Ya'll. Sold out!" sign posted on the entrance door. The owners new I was a late addition and were very gracious servers. Typically, a head count is run down the line and a cutoff established based on how much meat they have each day. I may not have gotten exactly what I would have liked, but what I tasted of their brisket, sausage, beans and slaw topped off with a free Bourbon Banana Tart was heavenly. If you plan to travel to Austin, Texas in 2022 (or sooner) to see the Buckeyes vs the Longhorns plan on staking your claim for a seat at the table by getting there in the early morning.
What if the bear's name was Mike Ditka, who would win then?
I have lived in SEC country (Lexington, KY-3 years; Tuscaloosa, AL-2 years; and Little Rock, AR now for 27+ years) and put up with a lot of "SEC university" fans pounding their chests no matter which SEC conference team won the mythical NC. It was nice to finally have OSU beat an SEC team (Arkansas) in the Sugar Bowl game a few years back, but we all know how that turned out thanks to tattoos, the NCAA and vacated wins. This time around there is nothing to argue about...the Buckeyes are the first undisputed national champion, no ifs, ands, or buts about it. I choose not to get into people's faces, even if it's as simple as wearing OSU garb, out of respect for the area of the country I live in now, mainly because people don't care about my roots in Ohio. I'm just happy that I have the ammo I need when I encounter the delusional SEC fan, of which there are many, who thinks the world revolves around them. For every reason listed previously in this thread I have the barbs to shut them up (If I choose to do so), even the local Arkansas sports talk radio hosts that parrot the same old crap logic year in and year out. I swear many of these SEC fans think about as deeply about the game as ESPN analysts who I tuned out years ago. I am proud of my roots in Ohio and the monumental contributions the people from our state have made to the game of football on the HS, college, and NFL levels. I just hope this past championship leads to a run of titles never before seen in D1 setting OSU apart and at the top from everyone else. Ohio football is special and unless you have lived there you just don't understand. Go Bucks!
Dang it! Where's Nick Burns when you need him?!
Sorry for the multiple posts. Ran into a website issue posting from my phone. :-(
Wiscky fans loved the Buckeye Sweddies! Bama fans will love them too!!
I think after OSU beats Alabama 11W ought to roll out a t-shirt that says, "That's 'Champ-ass Yankee' to you Alabama boys"
Another great read about many Ohio influences on the game of football is Sally Pont's (niece of renowned Yale football coach and Ohioan John Pont) "Fields of Honor: The Golden Age of College Football and the Men Who Created It"
BOOK SYNOPSIS: The Miracle in Miami began when a small group of men returned to Ohio after World War II. Some were old enough to coach football; others were young enough to play, going to school on the GI Bill. There, in a tiny community at Miami University of Ohio, the men, the character, and the modern game of football were created. Sid Gillman coached Woody Hayes, who coached Ara Parseghian, coached John Pont, coached Bo Schembechler, coached Bill Mallory. This is the story of the big, brawling family of men who formed college football. Written by John Pont's niece, their interconnections, affections and rivalries, their innovations, and their weaknesses are all beautifully portrayed, combining football history and strategy with family stories.
Watching the Superbowl and focusing on the million-dollar ads, we yearn for the bravery and the loneliness of the original players. Come back to a time when the helmets had no face guards, when the men played without padding, and when strategy and sportsmanship ruled the gridiron.
My daughter was maybe 3 years old at the time and had just gotten out of the bath and was standing in the hall naked after being dried off by her mother. She had her head and feet on the ground rocking back and forth on her head with her rear end facing me. I said to her, "Come on honey, give daddy a kiss. I have to go to work." Being that she was enjoying rocking on her head and didn't want to stand up to kiss me, she responded, "Noooo daddy, I don't want to. Kiss the other side." Out of the mouth of babes...
This question falls right in line with Bill Swerski's Super Fans:
"If I may shift gears for a moment gentleman. Coach Ditka vesers a hurricane, who would win?"
"Hold on! Hold on! The name of the hurricane is...Huricane Ditka."
Can somebody explain the Eminem interview with Herbie and Musburger during the ND game last night? Was the guy tripping on something or just playing with the Herbie and Musburger? I will say it was rather hilarious to watch Herbie hold back from busting out laughing as he watched Mathers stare off into oblivion and follow some imaginary entity. Herbie then suggests going to break and Brent doesn't even miss a beat agreeing to do so. I will say it was highly entertaining. Now that I think about it... it was more than likely a well planned promo for Berzerk.
I'd say with the Buckeyes having the most fans in the nation they can legitimately be called "America's Team" don't you think?
I missed the comments on the hologram idea but whole heartedly agree it's a brilliant idea. A mirror lake appearance by Woody is good but even better is Woody showing up in Ohio stadium at a critical fourth and one, goal line stance, etc. moment! Imagine how the crowd would react let alone the team and coaches. Dang, I get pumped every time I think about that idea. Imagine the attention tOSU would get nationally for pulling something like that off.
For inquiring minds...
Sally Pont in her book "Fields of Honor" speaks of Woody Hayes diabetic condition.
"Within Hayes's thick bark lurked type 2 diabetes—with which he was diagnosed at the age of fifty in 1963—perhaps the most subtle and misunderstood disease. If unmanaged for several years, it can foster blindness, paraplegia, death. If ignored for only a day, it can decimate consciousness so completely that action is independent of mind, memory, and even morals.
On more than one occasion, Bo Schembechler has pointed to Hayes's diabetes. Bo reported that Hayes sometimes failed to follow the prescribed regimen for type 2 diabetes. Specifically, Hayes did not always take the prescribed oral medication he was supposed to: sulfonylureas, a drug designed to encourage the pancreas to produce more insulin. However, even if he were faithful in taking his medication, it had a pronounced side effect: it often caused hypoglycemia, particularly in those with erratic eating habits.
That fact, accompanied by an understanding of Hayes's lifestyle, which couldn't possibly allow for the dietary and other personal regulations diabetes demands, confirms Schembechler's conclusion: Hayes's blood sugar was "out of whack." Deep in a hypoglycemic haze, a crippled version of Hayes slugged that player without even knowing he did it.
Bo Schembechler rushed to set up a meeting with his friend. He found a midway point between Columbus and Ann Arbor, the Bowling Green house of their old colleague Doyt Perry. When Schembechler first broached the topic of the event, Hayes had no recollection of hitting the Clemson player, Only after watching the film would he fully accept what had happened.
Because pointing to an illness could be perceived as making excuses, at least in 1978, Hayes accepted the university's decision to usher out the old man. That stoicism fits Hayes's character. Moreover, with his endless days, incessant traveling, unpredictable mealtimes, spontaneous nocturnal forays to rush to the aid of athletes, colleagues, former athletes... he scarcely sustained the moderate lifestyle that diabetes demands.
To this day, Ohio State's Web site writes off Hayes's behavior in the Gator Bowl as a "temper tantrum." It's still not okay to admit being sick. It seems to be regarded not as a viable explanation, but as a cheap way out.
Despite his prominence in not only Ohio but also the rest of the country, Woody Hayes kept his home number listed in the local phone book. To have an unlisted number would have, no doubt, struck Hayes as a pretension. He wasn't one to pretend he was someone he was not.
That Hayes kept his diabetes to himself, though, is not an inconsistency, because his toughness had, for so long, canceled out his illness. It is, However, an irony that his only secret is the thing that, in the end, left him most exposed."
So, there you have it, the rest of the story. Most folks never heard that part of the story in 1978 and to this day those outside of Ohio only think of the Gator Bowl incident when they think of Woddy Hayes. Sally Pont's book is an excellent read and really does a good job examining the lives of some the old school coaches who demonstrated great character that came out of the Cradle of Coaches at Miami University.