Coach Tressel;
I wasn't born a buckeye. I wasn't even born an American. As a matter of fact I was born a refugee; no country wanted to harbor my family.
My route to Columbus was very convoluted, tiring, and desperate. It involved a stop in Dallas, where I learned the value of college football to the everyday man's life. Then I arrived in Columbus, and saw an ever deeper passion for the team. Ohio State was Ohio, and Ohio was Ohio State. I arrived here in the Cooper years, and saw the greats of Eddie George and Hoying and Glenn and Winfield, etc etc.
However, it wasn't until your speech to a huddled arena where I fell in love with this school. You spoke of the same things that had my parents traveling across the world to show me. Loyalty, education, honesty, pride in the community, love. From that moment I knew that I was hearing the words of a great man, and an inspiration in my life. And then you're trip to visit the soldiers abroad bridged the gap for me. Buckeye, American, and at home.
Who would've thought it? That I would have forged such a connection with you. You, born and raised in Ohio. And me, born in one of the most desolate places in Africa. But that's exactly what happened. My father and I watched your speech, and from then on we fell in love with the teachings and the values that give to the young men that attend your program.
From then on I knew my choice for university, I knew where my heart was set. Ohio State. To hear that there are fans that are trying to embattle you angers me. Do they not know how rare it is to have a true father figure as the head of your program? Someone who will be there for the players through whatever their lives take them?
Well I, as well as many of the others here at BuckeyePlanet, know how much you mean to this program. For me, Ohio State without Jim Tressel is just not the same. I am rooting for you, and I know that the University understands your value. Stay here forever, Jim!
Go Bucks!
Merih