In lieu of “Shots From The ‘Shoe” this week, here’s what the day was like for Ohio State fans as the team was on the road. We’ve covered the ins and outs on the field, this is more of a travelogue from gameday.
Seemingly like the rest of Buckeye Nation, I made the trek north to the Bay Area for an amazing weekend of college football. I actually hesitate to call this “Behind Enemy Lines”, as Berkeley seemed to have turned into Columbus west for the better part of Friday and Saturday.
The atmosphere was energized… a gorgeous fall day, the fog burned off around 11:30 or so and we spent the afternoon in sun and temperatures around the high 70s. Even from blocks away, you could tell that Ohio State fans would be well represented in the newly renovated Memorial Stadium.
As you may have heard, Cal is not configured for much “tailgating” in the traditional sense. I guess they’d much rather have another organic chai shop than creating accessible parking that the pre-game festivities would require. Nevertheless, folks found a way.
On Friday, I’d gone by famous Telegraph Avenue with the wife to do some shopping in Berkeley’s well known music and book stores. I chose to “blend in” by wearing my tie-dyed shirt… Buckeye specific, of course. It didn’t take long for me to get severa “O!H!” greetings, as well as a “F***the Buckeyes!” from a moron in blue and gold. Must have been a Michigan exchange students.
Saturday, it was good to see that someone else had my incredible fashion sense. Read More
Our friend Clair participated in Saturday’s fantastic event at the WHAC; I guess when they put you on the poster, it’s kinda’ a required thing. She’s been gracious to jot down her perspective on the experience- she’s more than just your average fan, as you’ll see. Be sure to give her a follow on twitter and “like” her professional page on Facebook.
The second annual OSU Women’s Football Clinic proved to be a success yet again. Almost 300 additional women attended this year’s clinic, and with a shortened itinerary, it was a day stuffed full of Buckeye fun for a great cause, the James Cancer Research Hospital. The den of champions that is the Woody Hayes athletic facility housed the enthusiastic campers and truly is every Buckeye fantasy manifested into real life.
My story, however, started long before I attended the clinic. So many layers of my psyche were melded together to form my experience at the OSU Women’s Clinic on Saturday. I consider myself to be a football connoisseur. I know football. I play football and have for over ten years. I watch the sport with laser focus, follow recruiting, drafts, and believe NFL Sunday Ticket might just be the greatest invention ever. All this being said, I have a special love for The Ohio State Buckeyes. I’ll tangle with anyone on Buckeye Trivia past and present. I was born and raised a Buckeye, in the epicenter of Buckeye Mecca, Columbus, Ohio. The history, the pageantry, the tradition and the domination is unmatched at The Ohio State University.
Being an athlete I have great appreciation for the dedication, mental strength and God given talent it takes to be part of such an elite program. As an NPC competitor, our diets are restrictive, our training is time consuming, andStab our sport is very expensive. We often miss out on family functions and are alienated by loved ones. And I don’t have the NCAA, coaches, parents and boosters breathing down my neck and scanning my every move. The coaching staff at the clinic gave all the campers a miniscule peek into the reality that is the life of a student athlete.
And the last layer to form my experience was my connection to breast cancer research. My beautiful, talented and spunky grandmother Kathleen R. Jones was taken much too early from this earth from complications from breast cancer. Until the day the cure is found, I will continue to donate, to research and participate in these events that highlight the drive for the cure for breast cancer. The James Cancer Research Hospital was the beneficiary of the proceeds for this year’s clinic. The Buckeye Cruise for Cancer also had a strong presence at the camp with an ocean view room donated, then auctioned off live for over four thousand dollars. A silent auction was also very successful with the help of the Clinic’s sponsors. Read More
Last week I had the pleasure of traveling to Happy Valley to see the Buckeyes play on the road. If you read my previous article about Penn State, you know I don’t exactly have warm, fuzzy feelings for the Nittany Lions and their fans, so when I decided to travel to State College, I was wary of what foolishness I might encounter while there.
I am happy to report that for the most part, everyone we encountered last Saturday was very pleasant and welcoming. In fact, we even got “welcome to Happy Valley,” “enjoy the game,” “good luck tonight,” etc. from various fans in blue and white. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t shocked when people were being warm and welcoming toward us. It was astounding after how they have treated other OSU fans and myself in the past. Could I really have a trip to Penn State without encountering anybody acting completely out of line towards myself and other OSU fans? Could it be that for once, we all just focused on the game and had fun? It all seemed too good to be true. And it was. Once kickoff drew near, all bets were off.
We started walking down to the stadium around 4, and things went down hill from there (side note: The walk from where we were tailgating to our gate at the stadium had to be about a half hour. I’ve never appreciated how relatively close together everything is at Ohio State until last weekend). Anyways, the friend that attended the game with my parents and I got flipped off as we walked towards the stadium. Then, once we got to our gate, we started hearing the foul language and seeing some of the offensive shirts. I wasn’t even really upset at any of that because those saying those things and wearing those shirts were the exception, not the rule for the most part.
What really set me off was the man who was sitting in front of us who had clearly had entirely too much to drink. From the time we sat down, every time we would cheer for the Buckeyes, he would turn his head to the left and belt out boos to drown out our cheers. Then, when the game started, he was literally screaming his lungs out to the rest of the fans in our section trying to get them to stand up on each play (oh yeah, unless you’re a student, they sit during the entire game at Beaver Stadium unless it’s a third down for the other team). The dude was just obnoxious. Then, when the Buckeyes took the lead, he sat down and was whining to his girlfriend next to him. He was going on about how Ohio State fans are the “stupidest fans in the Big Ten” and how Braxton is the “stupidest quarterback in the Big Ten.” Hilarious, right? Go ahead and laugh. Read More