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Dad passes down rivalry to son
Tuesday, November 14, 2006Bill Livingston
Plain Dealer Columnist
Columbus -- Baldwin-Wall ace's season was over by the time of the Ohio State-Michigan game, so the late Lee Tressel, a champi onship coach at the Berea school, and the championship coach in the making, his son Jimmy, would watch it on television together.
"It used to be about the first time I saw my dad in the light of day," Jim Tres sel said.
Some father-son bondings occur on the green diamonds of baseball. The Tressels were soldered together by what happened in The Big House or by how the luck fell in The Horseshoe.
"He was a huge Buckeye fan, and probably the most important thing to me was I got a chance to be with him and watch it. And of course here he was rooting for his team, so that became my team," Tressel said.
He grew up to be the Buckeyes coach, gaining a stature in the biggest rivalry game of them all that vies with that of Woody Hayes himself. He is in the head of Michigan's Lloyd Carr the way Carr used to be in John Cooper's.
Carr's personality runs the gamut from irate to uptight. With a 1-4 record against Tressel, he enjoys The Game about as much as the accused witch enjoyed being drowned in a medieval trial by ordeal. Saturday, when No. 1 Ohio State faces No. 2 Michigan at Ohio Stadium, Carr will be as much fun as a peptic ulcer.
Tressel is close to the vest, in both attire and emotions. But he holds Ohio State-Michigan in his heart because it is the end-game, the last line on his team's growth chart, and because it was the first game, the one that tied him to his father and taught him the dynamics of a rivalry he would dominate.
"I got an e-mail from a guy who said he's flying to Las Vegas to watch the game with his son because he can't get tickets, then flying home that night. He just wants to be with his son. I can relate to that," Tressel said.
Tressel doesn't even hate Michigan. Wasn't that Cooper's problem, that he didn't have the proper venom in his veins? That he was a guy who would buy gas in Michigan, rather than push his car across the state line? "I liked them both," Tressel said. "I just liked Ohio State better."
Can you really like them both? Aren't Ohio State and Michigan mutually exclusive, like the Montagues and Capulets, or the Democrats and Republicans?
"If you like the game of football, you can," Tressel said.
It seems to be part of his embrace of all things about the rivalry. From both the outside looking in and from the innermost sanctum of big-game-planning, he can't fathom anything else like it.
"You can't quantify it, but you can feel the electricity and the energy," Tressel said. "My first [Michigan] game as an assistant here, I was preparing for just another game as a coach, and then all of a sudden you go into that environment. I wasn't worth a hoot probably the first quarter because I was in awe of the feeling. I probably wasn't worth a hoot in the fourth quarter, either." He freely admits it is impossible to scheme Troy Smith's spin moves in a playbook or to plot Anthony Gonzalez's flight path to Smith's passes. Sometimes it comes down to great players making great plays. But his teams are not intimidated by the big moments because their coach meets them with his eyes shining, on his very own field of dreams.
Dad passes down rivalry to son
Tuesday, November 14, 2006Bill Livingston
Plain Dealer Columnist
Columbus -- Baldwin-Wall ace's season was over by the time of the Ohio State-Michigan game, so the late Lee Tressel, a champi onship coach at the Berea school, and the championship coach in the making, his son Jimmy, would watch it on television together.
"It used to be about the first time I saw my dad in the light of day," Jim Tres sel said.
Some father-son bondings occur on the green diamonds of baseball. The Tressels were soldered together by what happened in The Big House or by how the luck fell in The Horseshoe.
"He was a huge Buckeye fan, and probably the most important thing to me was I got a chance to be with him and watch it. And of course here he was rooting for his team, so that became my team," Tressel said.
He grew up to be the Buckeyes coach, gaining a stature in the biggest rivalry game of them all that vies with that of Woody Hayes himself. He is in the head of Michigan's Lloyd Carr the way Carr used to be in John Cooper's.
Carr's personality runs the gamut from irate to uptight. With a 1-4 record against Tressel, he enjoys The Game about as much as the accused witch enjoyed being drowned in a medieval trial by ordeal. Saturday, when No. 1 Ohio State faces No. 2 Michigan at Ohio Stadium, Carr will be as much fun as a peptic ulcer.
Tressel is close to the vest, in both attire and emotions. But he holds Ohio State-Michigan in his heart because it is the end-game, the last line on his team's growth chart, and because it was the first game, the one that tied him to his father and taught him the dynamics of a rivalry he would dominate.
"I got an e-mail from a guy who said he's flying to Las Vegas to watch the game with his son because he can't get tickets, then flying home that night. He just wants to be with his son. I can relate to that," Tressel said.
Tressel doesn't even hate Michigan. Wasn't that Cooper's problem, that he didn't have the proper venom in his veins? That he was a guy who would buy gas in Michigan, rather than push his car across the state line? "I liked them both," Tressel said. "I just liked Ohio State better."
Can you really like them both? Aren't Ohio State and Michigan mutually exclusive, like the Montagues and Capulets, or the Democrats and Republicans?
"If you like the game of football, you can," Tressel said.
It seems to be part of his embrace of all things about the rivalry. From both the outside looking in and from the innermost sanctum of big-game-planning, he can't fathom anything else like it.
"You can't quantify it, but you can feel the electricity and the energy," Tressel said. "My first [Michigan] game as an assistant here, I was preparing for just another game as a coach, and then all of a sudden you go into that environment. I wasn't worth a hoot probably the first quarter because I was in awe of the feeling. I probably wasn't worth a hoot in the fourth quarter, either." He freely admits it is impossible to scheme Troy Smith's spin moves in a playbook or to plot Anthony Gonzalez's flight path to Smith's passes. Sometimes it comes down to great players making great plays. But his teams are not intimidated by the big moments because their coach meets them with his eyes shining, on his very own field of dreams.
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