History was made yesterday in Ohio Stadium. For the Davis family though, making memories was more important.

I had been lobbying all season to take four-year-old grandson Caleb to his first game in The Horseshoe. I thought I was on the way when, earlier this fall, and of his own initiative, he told his mother, "I want to go the Buckeye's game this year." Then two weeks ago, we were driving in the car with a Marching Band CD in, and when TBDBITL played the National Anthem, he blurted out, "There's the game song!" So grandpa figured grandson and I were ready for a road trip!

Fat chance. "He's too young," his Grandma said. "He won't sit still," his Dad said. "It'll cost all that money," Great Grandma complained. Poor Caleb and I were out voted by the naysayers!

Until this week that is, when my good friend Bill called. "I have four tickets for you for the game Saturday. They're on me," Bill said. It was sweet OSU music to my Buckeye ears from my friend, and the subject of Myles Traveled, my other project underway.

"I have four tickets to Saturday's game," I proudly announced to his Grandma and his Daddy. "Caleb and I are using two, are you guys coming with us?" What could they say?

Yesterday morning we put Caleb's #33 Buckeye jersey on him, loaded up the Scarlett SUV, cranked up the Script Ohio CD and the four of us headed to the 'Shoe. First stop was the tailgate party of good family friends George, Altha, Bruce and Carol. There Caleb, and his friend Eli, engaged in such time honored tailgate traditions as walking on the concrete parking lot stops, playing in the dirt, and running up and down the corn hole ramps!

Next stop was the Ag Admin building, to potty in a "clean" men's bathroom before the stadium.

From there it was ride on Grandpa's shoulders over to St. John's to see the cheerleaders warming up, and then all the way over to the Rotunda, where we arrived just at the flag contingent was coming through. Again, high atop Grandpa's shoulders he had the best view of all, but I must admit, the little guy is getting to be a load.

After that, it was off to meet Bill outside the OSU locker room, and pick up the tickets. Somewhere up there, Woody himself must have been smiling on us. If you ever take a four-year-old to the Stadium, you will never do any better than four seats together, at midfield, in the very last row of A-deck, in the shade of the overhang with extra legroom and a bench with a backrest! Unless that is, the three seats next to you are also empty, as they were yesterday! Thankfully, there was plenty of room for him to climb and crawl if things got fidgety!

He did great and took it all in with the wide-eyed wonder that only a child can radiate! The ramp entrance. Script Ohio. Terrelle's TD run. The half-time show. And I am sure he will never forget the marching band drum corps coming in and standing on the walkway and beating out their third quarter routine almost directly above us!

We made it well into the third quarter, when with the sun and heat and his tiredness, we decided not to push too much of a good thing for a game that was well out of hand! But we were not yet done making memories. Wouldn't you know it, on the way out as we were walking around the Southeast corner of stadium, running up the team ramp and right by us came Brutus Buckeye. He waved a high five at Caleb and I wish I could have gotten a picture of those great big saucer eyes on that tiny little face. What an exclamation point to your first time in the Horseshoe!

After a quick stop for supper, we headed out of Columbus just as Jim Tressel was on WBNS with his post game press conference. Caleb was asleep before we hit Upper Arlington, and never stirred when we arrived in Bluffton two hours later and his Daddy carried him straight up to bed. Sweet dreams son.

The history books will record that Terrelle Pryor set what was thought to be a record with six touchdowns, Dane Sanzenbacher tied a record with four TD receptions, and the Buckeye's scored the most points since Wes Fessler was coaching! Hopefully some day years from now, when someone pulls out that record book, my son and my grandson will be telling their son and their grandson, "We remember, because we were there...."

Ohio Stadium. It's not about the ball.