I was recently in a line at an airline counter in Seattle to check in for a flight to Denver. As I was talking to the guy in front of me, he noticed my Ohio jacket. Before the dust settled, we found out that there were 3 Ohio alums-'72, '70 and '66 standing there in a row. Had a good time catching up with our time in Athens. Point is, wear your Ohio colors, you never know who you'll meet.

I was sitting in Broad Ripple at 3 wise men Brewpub Saturday when the waiter went and got his camera and took a pic of me and my shirt. Said his manager was a Bobcat Freak and would hate not being there....offered to take me back to the office to show me the shrine that has Ohio stuff in it. I laughed and mentioned the word "cult" which really got him going. If you are ever in the area around Butler and need a good brewpub you might keep that one in mind. The waiter turned out to be a Vol ....so I gladly pulled out a few choice comments about detesting orange in any shade.

Amazing to me no matter where you go ....there are Bobcats....and they never just walk by...they always let you know they are Bobcats.

Except John Groce.

Funny,I never really thought of any coach as a bobcat,unless they went to O.U.

Rhodes, Fords...yeah loyal to the Cats...unless they are playing them..but Bobcats to the end

U R Rite

For many years while traveling I've worn OHIO apparel. That practice has led to many enjoyable connections. The two most recent occasions:

* In early February on a delightful afternoon near Destin, FL, I was sitting outside and sipping a milkshake. Two couples were approaching. One of the men was wearing an M (Michigan) cap. He saw my OHIO cap and began good naturedly ribbing me about my Ohio State roots. Before I could reply, his wife said, "Dear, he is wearing green and that's not Ohio State."

Much fun banter ensued. When I asked if he remembered the last time Ohio and Michigan matched up, he said, "Never?"

Again his wife spoke up. "It was in basketball," she said, "in the NCAA."

* The other recent occasion occurred last November in Valletta, the capital of the island nation of Malta. I was walking down the pedestrian-only main street and was wearing an OHIO cap. Approaching were two men. One was wearing a polo shirt with the Attack Cat logo. I stopped and pointed my forefinger to my cap's logo. Enjoyable conversation ensued and, within minutes, learned that we had been Ohio students at the same time, only a year apart.