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The New New Monday Night Football
I used to think that thousands of people reading your work everyday was a hefty amount of pressure.
How about 28,000 watching you practice? If Jim Tressel’s sweaters weren’t so conveniently vested, you might think he’d be sporting some nervous pit-stains thanks to the expectations these pre-season is generating in Columbus.
Ah, who am I kidding? The man’s a cyborg. There’s no sweat in him.
Monday night’s inaugural night practice — there will clearly be a push to make this a yearly thing — almost seemed like the act of a man embracing the challenges laid before him and his team.
The No. 1 rating, and endless string of Heisman-hype interviews for his two best players, the Clarett deal — yes, he is still attached to the university unfortunately — and one season removed from what some thought was a real shot at another title and Tressel’s still cool as a cucumber.
Close up shop? Nah, let’s have an open house.
So, maybe Monday Night Football at the Shoe was someone’s idea way above Tressel. Regardless, to trot your players out for autographs and baby pictures, is a classy thank you to a rabid fan base, who quite honestly would mark Tressel up with a Sharpie themselves if the Bucks ever lose more than three games again.
By the way, how often do you see a Heisman trophy candidate palming a baby? The way it goes around here, pictures with Teddy Ballgame might replace Santa on the fridge this year.
And, that fanaticism is at am embarrassing peak:
I saw at least two tailgates still kicking at 8 p.m. (that means they weren’t going in — the game was free); and when Ryan Pretorius and Aaron Pettrey booted balls to Gonzo and Ginn, the crowd did the customary ‘AAAAHHH, OHHHH!’ to accompany the kick.
That was a little weird, but at least no one was booing.
While, fans ga-ga’d over seeing Troy Smith up close, Tressel was killing a different bird with the same stone. Just after 9:30 p.m., the band marched down the back ramp, and planted itself in the south stands.
The fans delighted, like it was the next act in a circus. Tress, no doubt, was giggling with joy at the idea of simulated crowd noise and game atmosphere.
From his first speech at halftime of a basketball game (Tress only needed to mention the first syllable of Michigan and had the students eating out of his hand) to the singing of Carmen, Ohio (that capped Monday, just like a real game), Tressel sweats the little things. As far as a putting little touches on college football program, he just gets it — always has.
On a performance note, there’s not much to get out of a practice. But, we’ll try anyway.
— If time passed through the spring and summer fast enough for you, noticing a scarlet streak with a No. 4 on it may not have been eye-catching. But, remember Santonio is in Pittsburgh, Monday night it was both freshmen Ray Small and Kurt Coleman. It had been rumored a few months back that former Glenville star Small was having problems getting his test scores cleared; Buckeye fans will be glad he’s on the right side of the ruler now.
Coleman turned heads with a pick for a TD, much like he did in the Spring Game.
— At the risk of sounding like a fanatic myself, at one point, I turned to the reporter next to me, and wondered aloud whether Ginn looked faster. Is such a thing even possible? I could have sworn it seemed so. If it is, get ready for your raise, Butch Reynolds. At any rate, Ginn gave off a clear go-to-vibe in receiving drills, completing a variety of different routes with ease. Of course, with OSU’s safeties unproven, evaluating his improvement will have to wait until Sept. 3.
— The receivers in general look extremely solid. In addition to Small, Brian Robiskie’s route running looks very sharp and deliberate, while Brian Hartline kept catching the eye, too. Maybe it’s because he looked like Brian Stablein circa 1992 swinging twin towels from his belt, but that’s neither here nor there. That’s enough wardrobe talk until I state my case for the old gray basketball unis.
— Other than that, I’m not sure whether it was boring or enlightening for the public to peek in on practice. I’m sure there were tons of people who didn’t quite realize that ‘practice’ means ‘practice’ and no scrimmage. But, you think that really mattered? If you did it again this Saturday, there’d be another 65,000 waiting at the gates, just like the spring.