because Jon Falk would catch anyone that tried.
Just curious, who else here thinks that Pryor will sing like a canary if they don't let him play? I personally think he will spill ALL of the beans if they try to keep him off the field. From whate we've learned, I don't see him keeping his mouth shut through all of this.
Not trying to jump the gun here, but I believe George Dohrman will never have to purchase another alcoholic beverage in the state of Michigan. His money is no good here!
Feeling a little philosophical this morning, my friends. I've been thinking all day about all of this whole mess over there in Columbus, and how the meltdown is deserved and how it will affect the Brady Hoke era. But then I got to thinking about life, and young men, and the choices I make.
And I got to thinking about Terrelle Pryor. I remember sitting in bed sick as a dog on National Signing Day, waiting for the first victory in the rivalry by Rich Rodgriguez, only to be blown off by an eighteen-ish year old kid several hours away from me. And even then, as I sat hoping he would choose a block M hat somehwere, I began to dislike him.
But throughout all of this, he is just a young man, making choices. We've recently seen in our own camp how the choices of a young man can and will crush his dreams, and you can all speculate about who I am referring to. But these choices affect us only until their position is filled by another athlete. But for the student-- the kid-- it will affect much more.
Ten, twenty years from now, Terrelle Pryor (and probably each of the rest of his Tat-gate posse) will wake up. He will scramble out of bed, perhaps a bit slowly as a result of a few, or even several, years in the National Football League. I will not speculate on the quality of his home, or perhaps who might be lying beside him in that bed. But he will wake up and have to pee.
And so Terrelle will go into the bathroom, a pale shadow of the athlete he once was. He will turn on the light, and look in the mirror. He'll stare into his own eyes, at peace with the choices he's made. He will be able to sleep at night, and he'll have made peace with himself, and the media, and the fans of the school that he may not have graduated from, but he played football at. He'll be okay with the tremendous scrutiny he suffered as he moved onto the world of professional sports, and all of the decisions both smart and poor he will have made with the resulting payoff. He will have moved on with his life.
But then, he'll see them.
Right there, as he reaches for the toothbrush, he'll see those damn tattoos. No matter where he goes in life, and no matter what he does with his God-given talents, those tattoos will follow him to the farthest reaches of the earth. Those permanently inked stains of skin, up to and including that iconic Block "O" that symbolizes the very school he painfully severed ties with (and perhaps later sold down the river in a tantalizing ESPN the Magazine tell-all), will be there looking back at him. When he gets married, they will be beneath his suit. When he cradles his firstborn son, they will be there in the pictures. When he reaches out in forgiveness or humility, they will be there. They will remain as permanent and all-encompassing stamps of his life.
And no matter where he goes, or what he does for the rest of his days on the great green Earth, he will be defined by them.
Life is about decisions, kids. And decisions are about the rest of your life.
One thing I have read about in some of the articles is the disconnect between Tressel's behavior (win at all costs, cheat, look the other way, etc.) and his "senatorial" demeanor and "molder of young men" meme with his players. Even today, over on the OSU boards, there are quite a few defenders of Tressel being "a good man" who got the shaft. It is clear that many in Buckeye Nation are in denial.
Having said that, Tressel really set himself up for failure. Publishing a book on life lessons and pontificating while at the same time, looking the other way and being willfully ignorant about his own players shows a monumental failure in judgement.
This failure on Tressel's part also reminds me how appreciative I was of Carr. For all of Carr's failings, his reputation will never be tarnished like Tressel's. Think about it: Carr was voted a member of the College Football Hall of Fame. Tressel will never enter those doors unless he pays admission.
It also has caused me to reflect a bit on RR. I always thought he was a man of good character, but I guess I wonder now. This character and integrity thing is a pretty slippery slope. It is complicated. Knowing what I know now, I wouldn't put up a few character posts written by me sometime in the last year or so.
Much has been made of Tressel's ability to mold character in players who had made questionable choices. I guess this can happen on occasion, but sometimes, you make trouble by recruiting guys with bad decision making skills.
You see this in pro sports, with the NFL and NBA putting a lot of time into figuring out the character issues of players they recruit. Someone can have all the talent in the world, but if their work habits and personal habits are no good, how far will you get?
My personal thought is that all of us need a healthy does of humility. The proud can fall at any time. I'm glad that we dodged several bullets, and hope that Michigan coaches quietly lead with integrity, in a way we all can be proud of.