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You know Woody was ultimately right about Archie. As good as a player he was, he is a far better man.The GOAT
Archie Griffin: ‘I still kind of get choked up’
The memories the two-time Heisman Trophy winner made within Ohio Stadium changed his life forever, he tells Aaron Marshall ’15 MA, a longtime aide and friend.
For a century now, Ohio Stadium has been a magical place.
On Saturdays each fall, Buckeye faithful flock there — from all corners of Ohio and beyond — to see opponents vanquished and legends born across 100 yards of impossibly green turf.
But for “townies” like me who grew up in the shadow of the Horseshoe, Ohio Stadium is more than just the home of our beloved Buckeyes. It’s a place that holds memories stretching far beyond fall Saturdays and an attraction in my neighborhood that everyone in the world knew.
As the notes of a trumpet player practicing echo off the walls, I sit talking with the man some consider the most famous townie of all — Archie Griffin ’76 — high in B Deck at midfield. The planet’s only two-time Heisman Trophy winner has his own collection of memories of the Horseshoe. Some you may know, others you don’t.
Long before he first donned No. 45, Archie’s first visits to the stadium were for track and field meets hosted by the Columbus Recreation and Parks Department. He was there watching his older brothers and then representing Hamilton Avenue Park. But the real attraction was the living legend all of them were chasing.
“We remembered that Jesse Owens had run on that track,” Archie says. “Jesse Owens was a hero for what he had done in the Olympics and at the Big Ten meet in 1935. That was a big deal; we all wanted to run there, too.”
Archie found other reasons to make his way to the Horseshoe as a kid. He remembers playing pick-up basketball on hoops set up for residents of the Stadium Scholarship Dorm. And riding his bike down with friends on football Saturdays when he lived in Linden, a punt across the freeway from the University District.
“We would ride down to the stadium just to see what was going on and stand outside the gate and watch,” he says. “A couple of times Red Coats let us in so we could see parts of games. I would have been about 11, 12, 13 years old, and we would come down just to watch the festivities.”
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