Friday is finally here and with that Nut Up or Shut Up Week is in its final leg. I gotta be honest and say that I’m relieved that it’s finally over and I really didn’t think I had it in me (funny story: at least 8 different women said the exact same thing to me during my four years of college). But alas, here we are. To celebrate, let’s take a look at some emails sent in from the Trillion Man March. Like I say every time we do this sort of thing – all of these are real emails sent in by real members of the Trillion Man March, except for the ones that aren’t. Now, in the words of the chick from Cake Farts, let’s get this done.
Since there are no large bodies of water near tOSU, where did the boosters hold their Yacht sex parties?
I wish I knew. I never got invited to them :(
So, who do you hate more: the NCAA or The Villain?
The only logical way to answer this is to first make a list of pros and cons, so here it goes.
- Provides an opportunity for thousands of people to get a free education while playing a sport they love at a highly competitive level
- March Madness
- Headquarters located in Indianapolis, Indiana, one of the finest cities in America
- Has a budget that exceeds $5.5 billion and exists solely because of 18-23 year old athletes, but won’t let the 18-23 year old athletes see hardly any of that money in the form of cash
- Makes players sit out a full season after transferring, while the coaches making millions of dollars off the athletes who do the exact same thing face no punishment whatsoever (in fact, the coaches typically get raises since it can be assumed that they’re leaving for a higher-paying and better job)
- Has no interest in even remotely exploring serious reform, despite the increasing uproar from the media and general public about how archaic and unfair their rules are
- Supports communist principles
Evan “The Villain” Turner
- Provided me with seemingly unlimited entertainment for three years in the form of killing fools on the basketball court
- Provided me with seemingly unlimited entertainment for three years in the form of losing his mind over something petty on a daily basis
- Wore a CLUB TRIL shirt during pregame warm-ups on my senior night at OSU
- Indirectly contributed to the success of this blog
- Once called my blog “amazing”
- Passed the ball to me one time in practice
- Would frequently reach into his pants and furiously scratch his butthole during film sessions and team meetings and consequently make everyone in the room uncomfortable
- Tried to fight me no less than 3 times during our tenure as teammates
- Gave my fiancée a bear hug that he held for five seconds when he first met her, which in turn caused her to tell me later in the night that it was weird and creeped her out
- Never called me by my name when we were teammates but instead referred to me as “walk-on”, “bum”, “couch potato”, or “mooch.”
- Borrowed $5 for a haircut from Keller and never paid him back
- Apparently gets $5 haircuts
I really think this might be too close to call. Evan probably is more of an annoyance to me personally than the NCAA is, but the NCAA is more detrimental to society as a whole so I think I’ll go the unselfish route and say I hate them more. Plus, somewhere under Evan’s rough exterior is a momma’s boy who doesn’t want any trouble and just wants to cuddle with his teddy bear. Meanwhile, I’m pretty sure that underneath the NCAA’s rough exterior there is nothing but a gigantic pit of molten lava that they throw puppies into after they mouthrape them.
What is the over/under on the number of times Deshaun Thomas will get the "the only type of shot he doesn't like is when he is at the Doctor's office" comment from TV announcers this year? 2500 ?
There has to be some sort of drinking game created with Deshaun Thomas. Something like.... every time he passes, you must chug a 40 oz of Olde English and punch a leprechaun.
I love this idea. I know I’ve said this many times before, but I really don’t think I can say it enough – Deshaun Thomas is my favorite Ohio State athlete of all-time (primarily because he doesn’t pass and has no problem acknowledging that he doesn’t pass) and he hasn’t even started his sophomore season yet. He might not be a popular guy among Buckeye fans, but I absolutely love the guy and actually yelled “Everybody shut the hell up, Deshaun’s checking into the game!” on a few occasions last year while watching OSU basketball games with friends (who obviously don’t appreciate him as much as I do). The guy is like the Manny Ramirez of college basketball - you don’t know for sure what’s going to happen, but you do know that when he’s in the game he’s going to have some sort of effect (good or bad) and is going to at least provide some form of entertainment (in that regard, he’s like the exact opposite of me).
Anyway, how about this for a Deshaun Thomas drinking game – match Deshaun shot for shot. Every time he takes a shot, you do too. I even came up with a name for it: “suicide by alcohol poisoning.”
What is the most embarrassing thing you have ever done in front of a member of the opposite sex?
I once dated a girl from Indiana who went to a college other than Ohio State and hadn’t grown up as an OSU fan. Because of this, she didn’t have any OSU clothes, so when she visited me in Columbus one time I told her I’d take her shopping and get her some Ohio State clothes. That way she could be decked out when she came to our games once the basketball season rolled around. Anyway, we went to Buckeye Corner or something and she picked out a bunch of stuff she wanted, but she felt bad because she thought she was making me spend too much money. I told her not to worry about it and just get what she wanted because I was still on a basketball scholarship and was basically being given free money from Ohio State.
Just to be polite, she asked if I was sure that she could get everything and I promised her it was cool. But I couldn’t just say, “Seriously it’s cool” and leave it at that. No, I had to somehow make myself seem more awesome than I really am. So instead of just saying “yeah it’s cool” or whatever, I decided to jump at the opportunity to flaunt my money a little bit. Since most college kids are dirt poor, I figured her privates would get moist over my scholarship money, so I decided to explain to her how rich I was. I said something like, “Yeah it’s really not a big deal. I get paid so much money by Ohio State that I really don’t think I could spend it all even if I wanted to.” And just like that, I knew I had her hooked…
…until my debit card got declined because I apparently only had $17 left in my bank account.
Because she didn’t bring any money with her since I told her I was going to buy her stuff, she couldn’t get anything she had picked out and had to go put everything back. A couple of weeks later, she dumped me. Whoops.
Help settle an argument that has been raging since the onset of puberty amongst 2 of my friends and myself. Friend A is convinced that given an opportunity he could score one point on any NBA player in a game of one on one. Not win mind you, but simply put the ball in the hoop. One time. Versus a highly motivated pro, putting forth his best effort in a game to 11 by ones and twos. Friend B and myself think friend A is an idiot and have told him so many times. Friend A (5'9, 165lb), friend B and myself have been playing ball all our lives and while none of us are awful we could not play varsity basketball at a moderately large high school. Those are the facts. We are in our 30s now and need an answer. Or possibly you could shut him out for us and end this 20 year debate. Either way Judge Titus your help/ruling would be much appreciated.
I’m going to make this response short because there really isn’t even an argument here and I’m kind of annoyed that this is wasting my time. Here’s your answer: your friend is out of his mind if he thinks he could score on an NBA player in a game to 11. He’d have to be completely delusional to think otherwise, especially if he’s 5’9” 165 pounds. In fact, I don’t think I could even score on an NBA player (cue the “that’s why you were a benchwarmer scrub” jokes). If he had infinite chances to score on the NBA guy, then yeah, I’m sure at some point he’d be able to throw up some garbage and get lucky. But in a single game to 11 against an NBA player playing as hard as he possibly can? He’ll be lucky to even get a shot off.
I could give a detailed and realistic explanation of what would happen if he played any NBA player, but I think it would take far less effort for me to just play him one-on-one and shut him out myself than it would to explain how everything would go down. And make no mistake about it – based on what you’ve told me about the guy, I don’t think I’ve ever been more confident about anything in the world as I am in thinking that even I could shut him out.
So there is a hypothetical fight between 2 identical twins. They both are equal in all physical attributes (size, strength, speed) and they both train for one week with a fighting master. However one gets a pool stick and the other gets a hunting knife. Who wins in a cage match to the death?
The bell rings to start the match.
Guy with pool stick swings at guy with knife. Guy with knife ducks, forcing guy with pool stick to miss. As guy with knife stands back up, he violently thrusts his knife into the torso of guy with pool stick. Guy with pool stick stumbles backwards as he reaches for the knife that is protruding from his torso. After he falls to the ground, he pulls the knife out. He immediately realizes that this was a bad idea because blood furiously pours out. With blood rapidly flowing out of his body, his only option is to take his pool stick and jam it into the wound to stop the bleeding. He chooses this option. After he plugs the wound, he stands up to continue the fight. As he stands up, he reaches for the knife in the same spot that he had dropped it when he removed it from his torso.
But it’s not there.
As guy with pool stick turns his head to continue his search for the knife, guy with knife sneaks up from behind him and slits his throat, instantly killing him.
Game over. Guy with knife wins.
I was in a corporate video twirling the baton while wearing my Fundamentals Montage shirt. Don’t you think that’s awesome?
Yes. Yes I do.
Speaking of that shirt…
Even whilst living in the depths of the globe here in Australia I have managed to procure myself a (somewhat striking) 'Fundamentals Montage' tee. I would argue that the tee contains the single most obscure reference of any other t-shirt in existence. So my question is - has there ever been anything less prominent than a 3 second screengrab from a basketball-based Youtube video that has justified it's existence on a t-shirt available for public consumption?
Let me first say that this is one of the finest backhanded compliments I’ve ever received, even though it shouldn’t count for anything because it’s from an Aussie. And I truly mean that.
Secondly, to answer your question, I’m not sure there possibly could be one. I mean, Mr. Rainmaker wasn’t exactly a viral video and really only reached cult-like status at best, so right off the bat there’s a very limited market for the shirt right there. Then, like you said, the Fundamentals Montage only makes up a small part of the video, so really we’re only talking about a few seconds of a mildly popular video. I really don’t see how there could be a shirt with a more obscure reference that is lost on virtually everyone but the wearer than the Fundamentals Montage shirt. I’m guessing this is why Homage discontinued it.
Since we’re apparently on the topic of Club Trillion shirts, here are two more relevant emails…
A few months ago my house was robbed. I still live with my parents so there was actually some stuff of value to take. They mostly took electronics like tvs and computers, but after about a week I realized they took something else. They took my Club Tril shirt. No one else had any clothes taken and all my other clothes were still there except for that shirt. I know I didn't lose it somewhere else because I'm a badass and had recently had my mom wash it. What kind of monster would do this? This also makes me question the types of people you draw to your blog.
Can whoever took Zane’s shirt please get it back to him? This is why we can’t have nice things. I’m sure he’ll let you keep the electronics, but please don’t make him suffer anymore by making him live in this world without his CLUB TRIL shirt.
Now that we got that out of the way, I gotta say that I can’t help but feel a little flattered about this. I mean, it sucks for you and your family and everything, but a part of me is honored that someone places such a high value on one of my shirts.
Also, I think I might have an idea of who did this. A couple of months ago someone showed me this mug shot that was taken in Naperville, Illinois. I’m pretty sure it’s the first and only time someone was wearing a CLUB TRIL shirt in an official police mug shot, which is pretty awesome. Anyway, my theory is that this kid had to change out of his shirt and put on an orange jumpsuit after he was arrested and when he was released the cops “accidentally” lost his shirt. But he knew the truth – one of the cops liked the shirt and wanted to keep it for himself. So when this kid got released, he went from town to town on a rampage looking for the cop that took his shirt. After two months of breaking into the all sorts of houses, he finally broke into yours, saw your shirt laying there, and just assumed that your dad was the cop that took his shirt. And to really get back at him, he took a bunch of electronics too.
Yeah, that’s gotta be what happened. That’s your guy for sure.
What is more effective when attempting to court a female, throwing up the shark or wearing the club tril shirt? This of course is assuming that it is impossible to do them both at the same time.
As you can see from the picture provided, doing them in unison has such an enormous power over the female nether regions, that it would even turn a guy like Justin Timberlake into a jealous doucher. (In case you can't see me because I am drowning amongst a litany of marginally attractive college coeds, I am the one throwing up the shark, rocking a club tril shirt, while also wearing a daytona 500 hat)
First of all, I’m pretty sure the bitches swoon over the CLUB TRIL shirt more than the shark fin. From what I can tell, the shark fin is more of a thing for the fellas. But I’ve been wrong before, so what do I know?
Secondly, I’m saying that there’s about a 98% chance that you were photobombing this picture and weren’t in the preliminary stages of a orgy like you are trying to make it seem. But I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt here and say that this particular instance is included in that 2%, and all these girls huddled around you for this picture, immediately ripped their clothes off right after it was taken, and then all jumped on board the Sam Tram for an express trip to Pound Town.
I recently turned 29 years old and in about a month I'm going to (hopefully) celebrate my second wedding anniversary. Most of my friends are in a similar place that I am, either in the trying to have a kid or two phase or already have 1-3 kids. I love kids but I have a small problem with them. See I love college football and I love the Buckeyes. So on Saturday afternoons in the fall I want to drag myself out of bed just in time for College Gameday then watch games all day long until I can hear Herbie telling Mussburger to shut his Michigan loving trapper. For some reason all parents (and when I say parents I mean wives) want to do is throw their kid's birthday party on Saturday afternoon. Like people don't have anything else to do. I mean come on your kid is 2 years old, do they really care what day of the week their party is on? No but some of us adults would like a say in the matter. If 75% of all Buckeye games are on at 12:00 on a Saturday and 75% of all birthday parties are scheduled at 1:00 someone didn't do their planning. Throw the kid a party on Tuesday night. Heck I will even leave work early just to be there on time.
This is why with my wife I have proposed a dry season. No babies shall be born within the period of September 1st and early December as to not cause any confusion with birthday party planning. So as soon as the Rose Bowl ends until the end of March Madness we go into protection mode. I am very happy to say I made it through my very 1st dry season and my wife and I recently found out we are in line to have our first child with a due date of March 31, 2012.
The dry season can be implemented for any season. I don't know where you plan on living once you get married but if you are planning to stay in Ohio I propose we get this trend started as soon as possible.
You’re doing the Lord’s work, James.
I have a older gentlemen neighbor who apparently has an odd sense of dressing in the warm summer months. He often feels that it is so hot out that he can't wear a shirt, but cool enough to still be wearing jeans. Do you have any experience with this phenomena? Please help rationalize his logic.
He has prosthetic legs and gets embarrassed when people find out. He fought in Vietnam for your freedom and at one point during the war, he stepped on a landmine and it completely mutilated both of his legs. He should’ve died and the doctors said he was never supposed to walk again, even with prosthetics. But the doctors never accounted for his resolve. He wasn’t going to just give up. Not after all those years of fighting.
So he worked his ass off for years just so maybe he could one day walk again. Day in and day out he did hours of strenuous physical therapy, unsure of whether or not it would ever really pay off. Like anything else, there were good days and bad days, but through it all he kept pushing. He kept thinking about his goal – one day walking down his driveway and getting his paper without any help. It wasn’t a very glamorous goal, sure. But he was a high school dropout from the south side of Chicago who had served five years fighting a war with no end in sight in the unimaginable hell that was the Vietnam jungles. Nothing about his life was glamorous.
Every now and then, he’d think back on that fateful day and ask God why He would let such a terrible thing happen to him. Why God didn’t just let him die right then and there. Why God made him suffer through all this pain. It was impossible not to think that way. After all those years of wondering whether he’d ever walk again, he felt like he had every right to feel sorry for himself every once in a while. Can’t say I fault the guy.
Eventually all the physical therapy took its toll on him. He couldn’t take it anymore. He was ready to tell the doctors that he had finally given up. That he had accepted that he was going to be bound to a wheelchair for the rest of his life. That that landmine had finally gotten the better of him. But he thought he’d do one last therapy session before he threw in the towel. For old time’s sake. He owed himself that much.
The physical therapist walked into his room like she had all those days before, always optimistic that that particular day was going to be the one that they’d have their breakthrough. She’d never been right, of course, but he appreciated her optimism nonetheless. It was something that he himself couldn’t even muster these days.
She strapped him into the harness and set up the guide bars like she had done every other day for the past few years. She would never admit it to him, but while she was optimistic for some sign of progress on the outside, on the inside she was just as jaded as he was. She knew that nothing significant was going to happen that day. But she was wrong.
She gave him the same routine commands she always had and he mumbled under his breath while she talked just like he always had. When she finished instructing him, he rolled his eyes and said, “Here goes nothing” as he attempted to take a step. He expected the same results as before, but this time something happened. This time the prosthetic moved. It was the breakthrough they had been waiting for all these years. He couldn’t believe it.
That moment breathed new life into him. He was back. No more feeling sorry for himself. He was going to walk again. No excuses. Over the course of the next couple of months, he made steady progress. Nothing too crazy, but it was progress dammit. Nobody could take that sense of accomplishment away from him.
Not any more than a year after that initial breakthrough, his physical therapy was complete. He could walk again. Not very well, mind you, but it was a start. He had the rest of his life to figure out his new legs. For the time being, he was going to celebrate his victory by simply walking out of the hospital on his own power. That was all he ever wanted.
These days he keeps to himself for the most part. He’s a simple man with a simple life but he’ll tell you he wouldn’t change a thing about it. He’ll tell you that he’s lived more life than most people. He’ll tell you that he’s proud to have fought in the war and served his country. He’ll tell you that he’s got all he ever wanted out of life. But he’ll also tell you that the prosthetics embarrass him. He can’t help but feel guilty that he didn’t give enough. So many of his brothers perished and all he gave were his two legs. The more he thought back on everything, the more surviving became a burden.
But he’s learning to cope with it. He’s finally finding peace with himself and what happened on that day that forever changed his life. But he still doesn’t like revealing his prosthetics to people just because there is too much baggage that comes with people knowing. He doesn’t want to have to tell the stories and relive the horrors. Most importantly, he doesn’t want to deal with the judgment. He knows he’ll be looked at as either a freak or as a hero. He thinks both labels are unfair. He’s just an old man trying to live out whatever years he has left to the best of his abilities.
So he always wears jeans to cover his fake legs and his very real memories. He’s not sure how much time he has left on this Earth and when he’s going to be reunited with his fallen brothers, but what he is sure of is that he’s going to spend most of that time with his family and loved ones. And any free time in between he’s going to spend tending to his garden and wondering why the dipshit kid next door always gives him weird looks when he walks around with his shirt off.
Either that or he’s just a crazy old man who really loves his jeans.
Proud To Be An American But Even Prouder To Be A Buckeye,
Club Trillion Founder