As a member of the Miami (OH) RedHawk family, I enjoy a good story of a former RedHawk as much as the next guy (though the whole Terry Hoeppner story was undeniably sad, in comparison). By far my favorite former RedHawk is Ben Roethlisberger, the man who led Miami to a 13-1 record and a #10 final AP ranking. Had he pulled his head out of his ass against Iowa that year maybe Miami would have busted through to the BCS before any other Mid-Major team. Personally I blame the announcing team of Pam Ward and Chris Spielman for that. Bygones, however.
Anyway, in Kissing Suzy Kolber's attempt to get one of their commenters into their fantasy football league (TSE has not been invited...yet) they have asked that would be participants submit a resume, of sorts. Their results have been varied and odd, but the best so far is a story about Big Ben Roethlisberger.
I did not personally know about Ben's crusade to pound all the hot Miami sorority ass flooding the campus when I was a freshman and he was the QB. But I applaud his effort. I also wonder just how far he got. With some of the sororities at Miami, it's as easy as a few tequila shooters (or in some cases responding affirmatively to the question "wait, are you that quarterbacker guy?") but, as per Ben's final statement, he probably had to take his shirt's advice on a few of the sororities. But Kudos to him, nonetheless.
"My friend is in Vegas by the craps table when he runs into Ben Roethlisberger, a few other Steelers, and their entourage. (This is after Roethlisberger's rookie year before the motorcycle accident, so he's still being treated like the man.) My friend is completely shitfaced and stays to watch Roesthlisberger throw dice. Everybody is cheering Ben on like it's the Super Bowl until he craps out, at which point the table goes silent. My drunk friend then interjects 'Roethlisberger? More like... CRAPSlisberger!'
The silence continues until Roethlisberger finally says, 'You know what man, people have been kissing my ass all night, and I did crap out. Let's get a drink.' So my friend stays and raps with Roethlisberger for a few drinks, and the conversation turns to, as you would assume, stuffing sorority chicks at Miami, Ohio. Roethlisberger claimed that he would pick a sorority and then try to plow every single member. My friend then asked, "Even the fat ones?" To which Roethlisberger replied, 'It's a matter of principle.' "
Though it does beg the question...did he ever go after this sorority?