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Todd-Not Boeckmann


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  • SPORTS MOMENT: My children jumping on my back and knocking me off the front porch into the snow and then making snow angels with them while singing The Buckeye battle Cry at the top of our lungs after beating Miami for the National Championship
  • COLLEGE FOOTBALL PLAYER: All Time: Chris Speilmann and Jack Tatum
  • NFL TEAM: Da Browns
  • NHL TEAM: meh. Rather root for the Crew
  • NBA TEAM: meh. anyone but the Heat
  • MLB TEAM: Da Tribe

Recent Activity

Comment 20 Aug 2014

Why do I picture a Scarlet and Gray drone shooting down a Urine and blue drone over the Woody Hayes fields the week of the game?

Comment 29 Jul 2014

Wolverweasels don't make tOSU great.  tOSU makes tOSU great.  tOSU won a2National Championships in the 50's.  The weasels generally were a .500 team then going 52-36-3.  tOSU won 3 NCs in the 10 years from 1961 to 1970.  The weasels were a .600 team with 1 Big Ten Championship in that era and 1 co-championship with tOSU that came with an 20-9 asskicking by the Buckeyes.  Screw the weasels.  tOSU doesn't need them.  If PSU, MSU, Neb, Wisc can pull their weight, I'm quite happy to have the weasel narrative follow the one Minnesota followed.  A former national power now so perenially beaten down, that the average masses forget what a power they used to be.  

I have a fantasy that they're beaten down so much, they join the Ivy League and drop scholarship athletics.  It always makes me feel good. ;)

Comment 23 Jul 2014

You messed up during PreCana.  My wife knew to never make THAT decision.  She was free to go....STAG.

Comment 23 Jul 2014

I announced to all my friends at the first wedding in our group, which took place in May, "I don't do fall weddings.  PERIOD.  If you schedule one, I won't be there.   PERIOD.  If you schedule it for those 12 weeks (before 12 games and conference championship games) it means you don't want me to come.  Ok, I'm not insulted.  Its a win-win.  You don't want me there and I don't want to be there."  The only rant of my life I was/am proud of.  

My niece got married 2 years ago the same day as the Penn State Kansas City...whenno one except the bride and groom lived there.  Easy for me.  See ya in Columbus.  Even my kids are on notice, not that they needed to be.  Fall wedding?  Pretend I died and toast me.  I'll be watching the Buckeyes.  You want me there?  Pick another day.

Comment 20 Jul 2014

I have to add another (fourth) one that I overlooked but reading these triggered.

Baseball History.  The greatest sports book ever written IMHO was called "The GLory of Their Times."  by Lawrence Ritter.  A compilation of first person accounts of the old greats and near greats as they were dying off.  At the same time I was going to my first tOSU football game (see earlier post), I was already engaged as a baseball historian.  We had a family friend, I called him Uncle Steve.  Have you ever known someone and referred to them as "a character"?  That was Uncle Steve.  In the mid to late sixties this dude was old.  I mean really old.  But man he had history.  Back when he was a young man, he was 'connected" in the city of Cleveland.  He was THE GUY when it came to gambling.  Long before the book "8 Men Out" came out, I knew who Arnold Rothstein was.  Because Uncle Steve claimed to have taught him everything about baseball.  Uncle Steve set the number for every baseball and football game in the city of Cleveland.  Every Bookmaker in town set their odds based on him.  Well, imagine the facination a guy like that would have for a baseball loving kid.  Uncle Steve would tell me stories about Ty Cobb, Babe Ruth, Rogers Hornsby, Napoleon Lajoie, Addie Joss. and on and on.  He knew them all personally.  Babe Ruth was at Uncle Steve's wedding to Aunt Helen.  Al Capone tried to recruit him to come move to Chicago.  But his stories fueled in me a passion for baseball history that I carry to this day.  One of my favorite leisure activities is reading baseball biographies and histories.  Sometimes, I read things that Uncle Steve told me, that at the time I didn't believe.  

Uncle Steve is long gone.  But, there are times I think of him and smile when I read or hear something about baseball.  And he ignited that passion that still burns 50 years later.  Recently, my eldest son and I were talking in the office (he works for me) about old time baseball stadiums because he had read something about League Park being renovated and he wanted to see it.  I said come on and we jumped in the car and drove out to E 66th and Lexington Ave in the middle of Hough.  And I showed him the stadium, or whats left of it.  But then started to describe the era and details. He was amazed at what I was telling him, saying "I know you're old, but you're not THAT old."  I smiled and told him to thank Uncle Steve.

Comment 19 Jul 2014

Hate?  Check.  Need?  Epic Fail.  We don't need the weasels to be good.  We need the B1G to be good.  If Indiana were to go 44-4 the next 4 years, beat an SEC team in their bowl game while the weasels went 0-48, I would be happy, happy, happy.

Comment 19 Jul 2014

#1 tOSU Football and Woody Hayes.  I've written before about Grandma Buckeye, so I'll try and keep it short.  When I was born, my Mom (the aforementioned Grandma Buckeye) brought into the delivery room an ashtray that had a football glued to the middle of it.  It was a music box that played "Across The Field".  When the doctor slapped my ass, my Mom played that song so that the first sound I heard would be the right sound.  From my earliest memories, my Mom had OSUMB records and on football Saturdays, there were no cartoons for my sister and I.  It was OSUMB music that played over and over until kickoff.  Then it was sitting around the radio listening to Marv Homan and the Nationwide Insurance broadcast of the Ohio State Buckeyes.  

November 5, 1966, I was less than a month shy of my tenth birthday when my Mom caught the flu and my Dad and our next door neighbor (Michigan grad and Tom Harmon's blocking fullback Bob Kreisja (sp?)) decided to leave their wives at home and take my sister and I to our first game.  Grandma Buckeye later told me she faked being sick, because she wanted her children to see their first game...and the weather sucked.  So my sister and I watched a really boring 7-0 win vs Indiana,  

The one regret my Mom took to her grave was that she wouldn't let me go to Ohio State.  She was afraid I would spend too much time on High Street, so I ended up in Pennsylvania and spent all my time on Market Street.  After my junior year, I was kicked out of school and came home and got a job.  Shit, I'm an adult!  I knew I couldn't count on Mom and Dad for tickets the rest of my life, so I took out a life insurance policy and gave it to Ohio State.  This put me in the President's Club.  Its not that easy to get in there any more.  I guess they saw who got in, and changed the rules so it couldn't happen again.  Art Schlichter and I made our debuts at the same game.  From then until this year, I always was a season ticket holder.  The Passion is still there, but the money ain't so for the first time since 1977, I won't visit the 'shoe.

#2  USA MNT.  This is a new passion, and frankly it surprised me.  But the US National soccer team has become a huge passion.  The single greatest sporting moment in my life wasn't 2002 (despite naming our new Dachshund puppy Krenzel).  It was sitting in the upper deck at Crew Stadium with my now adult son.  And when he turned to the Mexican fans sitting around us (damn there were ALOT), and started singing "You're Not going to Brazil.  You're Not going to Brazil.  you're not going, you're not going, your're not going to Brazil" and slowly the whole stadium started to pick it up...i started to cry with tears of joy I had never felt for a sporting event before.  Now I am a Local Director of the American Outlaws Chapter and I can't get enough.

#3.  Cleveland Pro Sports teams.  I can't separate them.  At one time, the Browns would've been number 2 by themselves.  But Paris Glendenning ruined that passion.  I was AT Red Right 88.  I was AT The Drive. But now, all the pro teams carry the same weight.

So there you have my answer.  Think of me when the TBDBITL hits the ramp before the Va Tech game.  I'll be in my living room...probably fighting back the tears.

Comment 06 Jul 2014

His rivalry in high school with St Ignatius was legendary.  In my life, he was the scariest high school player I ever saw.  Every time he touched the ball, we held our breath because he could take it to the house so easily.  Euclid lost 6 games in three years....all to Ignatius.  But they were all close games.  

Comment 05 Jul 2014

After 35 years, I've finally come to that same conclusion. 5 hours in a car spending a tank of gas, parking, food and the ticket, dinner afterwards before driving home, and don't forget the $129.99 bottle of water at the 95 degree crap MAC games.  I can grill Prime Steaks for less than cost of the food/water bill.  

And other than TBDBITL, the day feels less like a coillege football game and more like a professional game.

Comment 13 Jun 2014

I don't think Urban can do no wrong.  I find it laughable that ANY fan can pretend he has a better handle on the situation than ANY coach.  You were privey to the discussions between recruit and host coaches?  You tapped the phones in the coach's offices to know what was said in conversation between Urban and a recruit's HS Coach or another coach who faced recruit?  You overheard the conversation between Tom HErman and Urban Meyer where Tom Herman yelled at Urban for mishandling the recruiting process ona recruit?  You've seen all the game film on the recruit, not just the cherry-picked highlight reel that is Youtube?

Ok.  Thanks for playing.

Comment 15 May 2014

I found out that that cat's name was Bosa and the dog's name was Lewan.  Oh yeah, and the kid on the bike was a witness to a prior dog bite case.

Comment 10 May 2014

Treason?????  You're being much too kind.  TBDBITL is what elevates a tOSU gameday experience from one of the best in college football, to pure college football nirvana.  The only change I would make to Sloopy is to eliminate the idiotic PA Announcer introducing it.  Sloopy no more needs an introduction than does the team itself.  Playing it between the third and fourth quarter is a 50 year tradition.