cincibuck
You kids stay off my lawn!
My sister entered Ohio State in the fall of 1953. I was glad to get her ass out of the house. She was 8 years older than me and often played the role of Mom. I forgave her for all of that when she got tickets to my first Ohio State game. Homecoming, Northwestern, Hoppy scored three touchdowns; long twisting, tackle breaking, how- 's-he-going-to-escape-this-time runs. the band did Script Ohio, the victory bell could still be heard as Dad and I pulled up seats for a coke, burger and fries at the Student Union before heading back to Dayton.
The next year was even better with tickets to see Indiana and then the historic goal line stand that stopped Michigan one foot short of the South end zone. One play later Hoppy was off again and the Bucks were about to earn their first National Championship under Woody.
I was there, learned to sing "We don't give a damn for the whole state of Michigan," at a time when 'damn' got you hard time in the principal's office. Something I would discover the next week at dear old Greenmont Elementary.
The next year was even better with tickets to see Indiana and then the historic goal line stand that stopped Michigan one foot short of the South end zone. One play later Hoppy was off again and the Bucks were about to earn their first National Championship under Woody.
I was there, learned to sing "We don't give a damn for the whole state of Michigan," at a time when 'damn' got you hard time in the principal's office. Something I would discover the next week at dear old Greenmont Elementary.
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