posted on Aug, 20 2003 @ 02:44 AM
Don't you know who Woody Hayes was? I thought you were from Ohio. I met him, once in the mid '80s. I was working on the nurse-call systems at the OSU
hospital, and had to go into every room to make the repairs. When I saw his name on his room door, I have to tell you, I was a little nervous about
going in, having witnessed his end when he clobbered that player on the sidelines. I figured he'd wing a bedpan at me, or something. I knocked, poked
my head inside, and squeeked, 'scuse me...'. He looked up, smiled, and bellowed "CMON IN!, HELL, SON YOU AIN'T DISTURBIN' ME!"
Well, he turned out to be the nicest, most down to earth guy you'd ever want to meet. Not big headed, just friendly as hell. I wound up talking to him
for about 20 minutes. I think he was a bit lonely, he was sick, and weak, and I believe he was aware of his condition. Deep down, I felt sorry for
him, but he was really cheerful and funny, just a cool dude. I'm not one to collect autographs, but I asked him for one before I left. I think he got
a kick out of it. That was my brush with celebrity. Not a bad lesson about prejudice either, 'eh?:cool2:
Killdick of the Bluegrass