I’m from Ohio. Growing up, I wasn’t a fan of any one particular college team. But playing high school football in that state, it’s hard to ignore how big the Buckeyes are to hundreds of thousands of fans who live and die by what happens on Saturday. I guess you could say I was recruited by OSU. I received letters in the mail and even attended a game versus Illinois as a guest of the team. But ultimately, I was not offered a scholarship. Luckily, I found my way to Michigan State University and feel fortunate to have been a part of a hand full of games that, hopefully, fans will remember for a long time.
More than beating Tom Brady and Michigan in 1999, more than shocking Steve Spurrier and Florida in the 2000 Citrus Bowl. More than any other game, people that I run into remember the 1998 win over Ohio State. OSU was ranked number one in the country and it was supposed to be their year to win it all. After all, they had Andy Katzenmoyer. Our matchup would be the ninth game of the year and in OSU’s first eight games, not only did they win every one, they crushed everyone. That probably had a lot to do with us being 28 point underdogs. That and the fact that we were a very inconsistent team still trying to find our identity. We had lost to Minnesota but beat Notre Dame. We couldn’t figure ourselves out.
I was told the afternoon of the game that I would start, but wouldn’t play the entire game. It was my first real lesson about what it means to be a quarterback at a high level. Having always heard that a QB gets too much of the credit when the team wins and too much blame when it loses, I now knew how much weight the position carried. Nevertheless, I was not happy about it. I told myself to just go play. I tried to convince myself that I didn’t care what anyone thought of me. But looking back on it now, that just wasn’t true. As a kid, I had always played better when I was a little angry. And on that day at 3:30pm, I wasn’t running out on the field to beat the Buckeyes, I was going out there to prove Nick Saban wrong.
Fortunately, I had a little help. In the practice week leading up to the game, the coaches, in a roundabout way. made it clear that it was time to get Plaxico Burress the football. At 6-6 and 230 pounds, there wasn’t a defensive back in the country that could cover him. I wouldn’t have to be perfect with my throws. I would just have to give him a chance to go get it. On that night, we both held up our end of the deal. We made big plays in the passing game and ate up big chunks of yardage. Our offensive line played well, the defense came together and future stars like Julian Peterson were born. Renaldo Hill, a true freshman, made the interception that sealed the victory for the Green and White. We overcame adversity, made plays when we needed them most and more than anything else, never stopped believing we could win. Although going into the game I wasn’t sure how much I’d even play, by the end of the night, I had taken every offensive snap.
I learned a lot that night.
People say that it’s one to remember….but it’s one I’ll never forget.