I've been to Ohio Stadium dozens of times, so I'm sure that I've been on the field more than once.
But the time that comes vividly to mind was after Woody's memorial service. Those of you who are too young to have grown up wanting to play for Woody - imagine what it would be like if you hear that Jim Tressel died. That's what it was like for us "old-timers".
I was one of the few thousand in the 'Shoe for the memorial service. I'm sure it's like the Snow Bowl in that you'll find 500,000 that will say they were at those events, but there were only a few thousand there.
The service was in the North End - I seem to remember sitting in C deck (my favorite place in the 'Shoe). I don't remember that much about the service, and I don't remember the walk down to the field. What I do remember is that I was walking along the west side, where the players sit, and I made a point of cutting across that field.
As I crossed the goal line at the south end, I hoped that nobody noticed that my eyes were welling up. Partially from the emotion of the service, but also because it was the first time I'd ever crossed that goal line.
I noticed some movement to my left and glanced over to see a man who looked to be about 65-70 years old. He was crossing from east to west, opposite of my direction - and he had tears in his eyes too. Then he looked at me sheepishly as he awkwardly knelt down and patted the field. I felt like doing it too, but I was too cool (or so I thought).
He paused only long enough to make contact with that hallowed ground, I didn't slow down at all. Without exchanging a word we just went our separate ways.
I don't know if that man is still alive or if he ever remembered that an OSU student was there the day that he touched the turf. But I've thought about him many times since. For all I know, he may have driven hours to be there (he was heading toward the parking lot, I was heading toward campus); for all I know, that may have been the only time he was ever in the 'Shoe; for all I know, he may have been a former player reliving a touchdown from years gone by. Whatever that moment was to him, it was something that I'll never forget.
Those who don't follow sports and those who follow the johnny-come-latelies of football can't possibly understand what that place means to that man, to me, and to anyone else who's had a moment like it. Many of the best moments I've shared with 3 generations of family members have been all about Buckeye Football. There is a scarlet & gray tint to many of the memories that bring me closer to friends, family, strangers that I've met at games and one stranger that I passed briefly in the South End Zone many years ago.