The Buddy story

charles n_

tuck 97

miami of

Mr. N_, Tuck ’97 and Tuck MBA advisory board:

I met the Ms. N_, her friend, and her friend’s dog in front of Peet’s Coffee in Palo Alto this a.m., on the strength of her wearing a Dartmouth pullover or sweatshirt I spied.

She mentioned that you are a football supporter, and in fact had hosted Buddy Teevens during his recent visit and appearance for the alumni group.

Buddy Teevens, 1978 (about 170 lbs)

Buddy Teevens, 1978 (about 170 lbs)

I posited that if you attended Miami of Ohio you might have known also John Harbaugh, the football coach and brother of Mr. Teevens’ successor at Stanford Jim Harbaugh, or known of that connection, at least.

(This came after a short lecture I offered, and my pet theory that Buddy is sadly under-rated by Stanford fans and Jim Harbaugh, as a zero-sum effect, over-rated).

I am writing you care of Tuck in that it is not obvious how to contact you via your bank. I have no other business or personal interest in contacting you, other than an enthusiasm for our Mr. Teevens, Coach Teevens, Buddy, which was sufficient to prompt this note.

Wah-hoo-wah, as we used to say and sometimes still do.

Mark Weiss

Dartmouth 1986

(former sports editor, The Daily Dartmouth)

PO Box 60786

Palo Alto, CA 94306

(650) 305-XXXX

P.S. A good friend of mine took his 15-year-old, a defensive stalwart on the Gunn High team, to hear the Buddy talk and reported that it had the desired effect of Sam wanting to study hard and work out hard, to someday play for The Big Green. I was disappointed, however to learn that Buddy did not tell what I thought of as the most compelling Buddy story, that I recall him telling the San Francisco alumni club, in 1988. Apparently when Buddy was entering high school he was rather undersized. He knew that one had to be 95 pounds to play freshman football. He weighed about 93. The day of the physical and weigh-in, he ran home from school and ate eight  peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. As he stood in line with the other prospects, waiting to be examined by the trainer or team doctor, he grew anxious. When he was two boys away from the scales, he looked left and saw a stack of flat-weights, like you might add to the bench press bar. In a flash his hand darted out, speared a 2.5 pound weight and shoved it in his jock. He stepped on the scale: “One hundred pounds” said the doc. The rest (all Ivy QB, championships, coaching) is his story.


About markweiss86

Mark Weiss, founder of Plastic Alto blog, is a concert promoter and artist manager in Palo Alto, as Earthwise Productions, with background as journalist, advertising copywriter, book store returns desk, college radio producer, city council and commissions candidate, high school basketball player; he also sang in local choir, and fronts an Allen Ginsberg tribute Beat Hotel Rm 32
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