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Saturday, January 04, 2003 |
Backyard view. I hate to leave this place.
8:07:36 PM 
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 OSU Coach Tressel Hails Larry II For Vital Role In National FungusBowl Championship!
We should strive to keep thy name
Of fair repute and spotless fame;
So, in mushroom kits we'll grow
To love thee better -- Larry-O!
My guess is that Jim Tressel be a pro coach by the 2005 season. He puts on a good show and OSU fans will always love him, no matter what happens, but he's loaded for bear.
7:35:46 PM
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Liz wore the OSU scarf I bought her last spring through the entire Fiesta Bowl last night. In a game that close, I believe it tipped the balance for my Beloved Buckeyes.
There are seven very special ice cubes forming in the freezer, perigourdine cubes. Later this afternoon they'll be sealed in bags with the FoodSaver. Liz will be watching the cats and the increasingly troublesome Larry II while I'm on my trip. After the 'Ove' Glove incident it's difficult to trust him. Maybe we should just eat him
11:37:21 AM
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I Been Googled!
(with sincere apologies to my pal Rayne)
Earlier today, someone checked out my site searching for the lyrics to Carmen Ohio. Here they are in their entirety. For music, go here. Crank it up. 34 years is a helluva long time.
Oh! Come let's sing Ohio's praise,
And songs to Alma Mater raise;
While our hearts rebounding thrill,
With joy which death alone can still.
Summer's heat and Winter's cold,
The season pass, the years will roll;
Time and change will surely show
How firm thy friendship -- O hi o.
These jolly days of priceless worth,
By far the gladdest days of earth,
Soon will pass and we not know
How dearly we love Ohio.
We should strive to keep thy name
Of fair repute and spotless fame;
So, in college halls we'll grow
To love thee better -- O hi o
Though age may dim our mem'ry's store,
We'll think of happy days of yore,
True to friend and frank to foe,
As sturdy sons of O hi o.
If on seas of care we roll,
'Neath blackened sky, o'er barren shoal,
Thoughts of thee bid darkness go,
Dear Alma Mater -- O hi o.
1:18:59 AM
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