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Date: May 29, 2015 21:07
This was also in today's Wall Street Journal:
Hey! You! Get Off of My Lawn
By Bob Greene
May 28, 2015 9:30 p.m. ET
For the second concert in their lucrative-beyond-the-dreams-of-potentates new tour, the Rolling Stones on Saturday night will step onto the football field of Ohio Stadium in Columbus. There is never a day when I don’t wish that Woody Hayes were still alive, but I particularly would relish hearing his thoughts on this development.
Hayes, who was head football coach of the Ohio State Buckeyes for 28 years, had the final say on virtually every aspect of the university’s football program. Rock musicians performing on the gridiron were not a part of his vision for what should properly transpire inside the horseshoe-shaped stadium. It is probably no coincidence that the first rock band given permission to play in Ohio Stadium—Pink Floyd—was not afforded that opportunity until 1988, a year after Woody’s death.
That stadium was his domain, and he had rather firm thoughts about who should be allowed access to the field. I asked Kaye Kessler—a sportswriter in central Ohio for 45 years and a man who covered Hayes’s teams from Woody’s first day as head coach until his last—what Hayes would have done if he’d been told the Rolling Stones were coming through the tunnel and onto the field.
“He’d have run ’em out,” said Mr. Kessler, now retired and living in Colorado.
Mr. Kessler wasn’t offering idle speculation; he had seen Hayes in action when someone had the temerity to wander uninvited onto an Ohio State football facility. He recalled the day when, at a Buckeye practice, Hayes summarily ejected a man named Bill Reed, who was accompanying a group of out-of-town sportswriters. Bill Reed, at the time, was merely the commissioner of the Big 10. Woody, Mr. Kessler said, “didn’t give a rat’s [posterior].”
Hayes was a complicated, fascinating, endlessly contradictory man of pronounced likes and dislikes. Students of the fierce Ohio State-Michigan football rivalry are aware of the deep mutual affection that existed between Hayes and his chief adversary, the renowned Michigan coach Bo Schembechler (who died in 2006). After Hayes was fired for slugging a Clemson player during the 1978 Gator Bowl, it was Schembechler who tried to comfort his despairing, embarrassed friend.
Hayes’s dislikes could be somewhat eccentric; a year or so after that final game, he and I were riding around central Ohio in his pickup truck when, out of nowhere, he said: “Do you know what president of the United States I feel the least use for?” When I had no answer, Hayes said: “ Woodrow Wilson.” I asked why. “Come on, you know.” When I indicated that I didn’t, Hayes said: “Because Wilson wasn’t a man’s man.”
One of the things he had no use for was rock music. “He did like a jazz piano player named Billy Maxted,” Mr. Kessler recalled. “He’d go out to a place called the Grandview Inn to hear Maxted play.” The Ohio State University Marching Band played his favorite tunes of all—prominent among them “The Buckeye Battle Cry” and “Carmen Ohio.” But the appeal of the popular culture of the 1960s and ’70s, with the disorder and confusion it represented, was lost on him.
He once erupted when an assistant coach, assigned to select a movie for the football team to watch the night before a game, made the mistake of choosing “Easy Rider.” It steamed him whenever Playboy magazine would invite his stars to Chicago to pose for its annual preseason All-American team photo. A conservative and wary coach who once said of the forward pass, “Only three things can happen, and two of them are bad,” Hayes wasn’t about to placidly hand his players over to the loose-living Hugh Hefner.
If, as Mr. Kessler noted with a laugh, Hayes’s response to rock bands on his turf might well have been “You kids get off my lawn!,” such concerts in Ohio Stadium are no longer controversial. Of Saturday’s Rolling Stones show, Columbus Monthly magazine predicted: “You’ll be telling the grandkids about the night the Stones blew the laces off the Shoe.”
But, as the years inexorably go by, it’s probably helpful to keep certain things in perspective. On the last day Hayes went to work in Ohio Stadium—a game against Michigan on Nov. 25, 1978—the white-haired coach in the black baseball cap, seemingly so ancient as he prowled the sidelines and jawed with the referees, was 65 years old.
When the Rolling Stones report for work on that football field this weekend, Mick Jagger and Keith Richards will each be 71. A few days after the show, Charlie Watts will turn 74 and Ronnie Wood will turn 68.
Get off my lawn? Woody would have been the baby of the bunch.
Mr. Greene’s books include “And You Know You Should Be Glad: A True Story of Lifelong Friendship” (Harper, 2007).
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