Good Bye and Good Riddance, TP

He came to town with much fanfare. He was the number one recruit in the nation when Coach Tressel landed him in 2008. Coaches across the country salivated over Terrell
Pryor or TP as he is known. He was the all around multi-talented athlete. He was
an all-state football and basketball player. He could play quarterback, wide
receiver, running back, and anything else you wanted. He was even predicted to
win the Heisman trophy. There wasn’t anything he couldn’t do—except follow the

But did Jim Tressel and Ohio State sell its soul for this golden athlete? Every day we are
finding out more and more about TP and his transgressions. As we are learning
today, apparently Coach Tressel and the athletic department knew of his
reputation when he came to campus and assigned two aids to follow him to keep
him out of trouble. The system sounded good on paper but there must have been a
break down somewhere. It is beginning to look like TP was the key source of Ohio
State’s problems.

A lot of irony is wrapped up in the TP package. He was the key to Ohio State’s successes
on the field and now the key to its failure off the field. As I heard on a
sports talk show, he was also the cause of Coach Rich Rodriguez’s failure and
firing at the University of Michigan because he couldn’t land Pryor and the cause
of Coach Tressel’s resignation because he did. Rodriguez desperately needed
Pryor to lead his unique type of offense. When Pryor bypassed Michigan, that
left Rodriquez with no one with the skill set he needed. Buckeye Nation was
jubilant because we managed to defeat our arch enemy both on and off the
field. But beware of Trojans bearing gifts.

Pryor became a narcissistic-entitled-prima donna-athlete. Our
society worships athletes at the Temple of Sports Stadium every weekend. We pray
that the God of Sports will favor us with a win. We offer libations of booze
and beer and burnt offerings of brats and burgers in hopes the gladiators will
slay our enemies and bring home trophies so we may bask in the glory of victory.
We entwine our own identities with that of our heroes. We must win at any and
all costs. We put pressure on the great priest coach. We follow the chants of
the priestesses on the sidelines all dressed in identical robes bearing the
insignia of our army. We improvise warrior garb bearing the likeness of the
great priest coach or the identifying number of our hero god as we gather
around the battlefield cheering for our team.

Now priest-coach Tressel and hero-god Terrell Pryor are gone.
They have fallen from grace and it is a sad time in Mudville as the Mighty
Buckeyes strike out. Many warrior fans are burning their Number 2
jerseys; but, I’m sure time will provide more exciting days at “Temple of the
Shoe”. It might take a while and Buckeye Nation must be patient as we search
for new heroes. Only time will tell if we learned our lesson for selling our