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The Ohio State University Alumni Club of San Diego
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Buckeye
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 San Diego Buckeyes on the Ponte Vecchio ("Old Bridge") across the Arno River in Florence, Italy, in January 2009.
 CHUCK, JOAN AND FRIEND AT 2008 USC GAME.
 Judith and Robert cheer on the Buckeyes in Seattle.
 San Diego Buckeye, Randy Barton, meets Gordon Gee.
 San Diego Buckeye, Doug K, carried an OSU flag to the top of Mt. Whitney, the highest place in the lower 48 states.
 Buckeyes visit Iowa
 Buckeye grafiti.





Eric's photos




Michigan alum, Richard Orons, bought one of the first alumni plates for his car and personalized it with his name.
Once upon a time, long, long ago, there was a season when neither
Ohio State nor Michigan made a post-season bowl game. It seemed so unusual
that the coaches of both teams got together and decided that there should
be some sort of competition between the two teams, because of their great
rivalry.
So they decided on a week long ice-fishing competition.
The team that caught the most fish at the end of the week would win.
So, on a cold northern Michigan lake (gave them
the benefit of the doubt, or they would whine about home field advantage),
they began their contest.
The first day, after 8 hours of fishing, Ohio State
had caught 100 fish. Michigan had 0.
At the end of the second day, Ohio State had caught
200 fish. Michigan had 0.
That evening, the Michigan coach got his team together
and said, "I suspect some kind of cheating is taking place," so the next
morning, he dressed one of his players in scarlet and gray and sent him
over to the camp to act as a spy.
At the end of the day, he came back to report to
the coach. The coach asked, "Well, how about it? Are they cheating?"
"They sure are," the player reported. "They're cutting
holes in the ice!"
An Ohio State fan used to amuse himself by scaring every Michigan
fan he would see strutting down the side of the road in their obnoxious
maize and blue colors. He would swerve his van as if to hit them, and then
he would swerve back on the road just before hitting them.
One day, as the van driver was driving along, he
saw a priest. He thought he would do a good turn and pulled the van over.
He asked the priest "Where are you going, Father?"
"I'm going to give Mass at St. Joseph's Church,
about five miles down the road," replied the priest.
"No problem, Father! I'll give you a lift. Climb
in!"
The priest climbed into the passenger seat, and
the van continues down the road. Suddenly, the driver saw a Wolverine
fan strutting down the road, and instinctively, he swerved as if to hit
him. But as usual, just in time, he swerved back to the road, narrowly
missing the guy. Even though he was certain he missed the guy, he
still heard a loud "THUD." Not understanding where the noise came from,
he glanced in his mirrors, but he didn't see anything.
He then remembered the priest, and he turned to
the priest and said, "I'm sorry Father. I almost hit that Michigan
fan."
"That's OK" replied the priest. "I got him with
the door."
After Bo Schembechler dies and
enters the pearly gates, God takes him on a tour. He shows Bo a little
two-bedroom house with a faded Michigan Wolverines banner hanging from
the front porch. "This is your house, coach. Most people don't get
their own houses up here, " God says. Bo looks at the house, then
turns around and looks at the one sitting on top of the hill. It
is a huge three-story brick mansion with white marble columns and little
patios under all of the windows. Buckeyes flags line both sides of the
sidewalk and a huge "GO BUCKS" banner hangs between the marble columns
while the OSU fight song blares from hidden speakers.
"Thank you for the house, God. But let me
ask you a question. I get this little two-bedroom house with a faded
banner, and Woody Hayes gets a mansion with new Ohio State Buckeyes banners
and flags flying all over the place.
"Why is that?" God looks at him seriously
for a moment. "That's not Woody's house", God says. "That's
mine."
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