Wow am I late to the party...
I made it here from BN some time in 2004 I think. Somehow I went from putting off posting in this thread to mistakenly believeing that I already had.
My love for the Bucks comes from having grown up in Columbus and having a grandfather with season tickets. I saw at least one game a year in person throughout the 70s. Randy Gradishar was my hero, and the reason that I wanted to be a linebacker.
I settled for punting (Tom Skladany!) after realizing that I had no athletic ability; but after years of punting a football for hours every day, I still sucked.
My time at tOSU was during the leanest years of my lifetime, and I graduated with a BSEE in 12/89.
I stopped following the Bucks for awhile near the end of the Cooper years because the teams behavior was indefensible. When Andy Geiger chose JT to replace JC, I warned my wife that my love for the Bucks would certainly return. I was more interested during the 2001 7-5 year than I was during 1998. Not kidding.
Internet-wise, I started off on BN with the appelation "BigBucks", a completely ironic moniker to say the least. I put up >300 posts with that nic', which was probably top ten at the time, and then disappeared for awhile; my wife was going through a difficult pregnancy.
I reappeared (still at BN) with my current moniker when the baby was born (or on the way maybe?). His first day home from the hospital (after 12 1/2 days in the NICU) was 1/2/03. The first Buckeye game of his life sealed a National Championship.
All of that was while I lived in SoCal, spending most game Saturdays with SanClementeBuck et. al. at the National Sports Grill in Santa Ana. I now live in Tallahassee, following a circuitous and financially devastating route.
BTW: To those of you whom I have offended: My son who came home from the hospital turned out to be border-line autistic. In taking him to every specialist I can find to keep him from slipping into that horrible black hole, I got to know quite a bit about mental illness... enough to realize that the genes that predisposed my son to his condition came from me. I have since been diagnosed with a hideous mix of disorders. I won't share the details with you, but suffice it to say that it explains:
- How I can be so incredibly offensive and yet not understand what I've done to offend. (Until my diagnosis I didn't even realize that I was the problem)
- My fascination with numbers (several game threads contain my forays into statistical briar patches).
To those who care: my son is doing incredibly well for someone who emanated from my gene pool. He is communicating and is on his way to a productive life. He is now 3 1/2 and says "Go Bucks", but doesn't really know what it means yet.
Go Bucks