A number of years ago, I booked a fly fishing trip at the Blue Damsel Lodge in Montana. Lovely venue, great fishing, wonderful food. My boat mate for the week was an enormous man named "Dutch" who was a delightful fishing companion. As the week passed, I learned that he had played linebacker at Ohio State and had tackled O.J. Simpson for a nine yard loss in the Rose Bowl. He had been a cowboy, was a US Marine Viet Nam war vet, and could cast a beautiful, delicate loop. For no apparent reason, his cell phone rang in the middle of the BitterRoot River one afternoon, and he had a pleasant discussion with the dude on the other end. Dutch was full of reassurance, and encouragement, and downplayed whatever the situation was. After he hung up, he answered my unasked question by saying "That was Jim Tressel. He's all worried because a couple of his players traded autographs for tattoos. I told him to self report, and that it was surely no big deal." I asked him what he did for a living, and he allowed that he was the Executive Director of the NCAA Division I Athletic Directors Association. I haven't spoken to him for a few years, but I still consider him a friend. And, I still consider myself a little bit of an OSU fan because of that week in a drift boat with a truly interesting man. For years, I have pondered how one Jim Tressel would look in a burnt orange sweater vest.