Mark Rauterkus began a Fan Appreciation Day at Ohio U Swimming with a meet vs. Kentucky

Article appeared on Friday, Feb 13, 1981, in the Ohio University Post.

Ohio University vs. Kentucky in Athens, Ohio.

All those who attended the meet could go to a local drinking establishment after the meet to meet and mingle with the swimmers, and have free beer. 

Letter to the editor at the OU Post

Around January 30, 1981. I lived in The College Inn in my junior year as I went back to Athens, Ohio after working in the spring and summer of 1980 in Boston while working at Harvard and the BGSC. 

OU Schedule

Resume at age 22

Report Card at OU

Took yoga and fencing!

Report Card

Took classical guitar course. 

Address in the College Inn, 631 South Congress.

Mom's letter, photocopied to us all

ML to Mark, letter

Fletcher Gilders and I drove my van to New Orleans and had a wonderful time

Ohio U financial aid going to my junior year

College costs in the day were not like modern times. The work study was to be an assistant swim coach for the college men's team. 

Rolling in the cash

I would have been living in Boston and coaching at BGSC in the summer of 1980. I left Ohio and my money there to collect interest. Inheritance.

Bank One closed and merged with JP Morgan. Defunct July 1, 2004. If anyone can find this bank account, we might be rich! 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bank_One_Corporation

Withdrawal from Ohio U to move to Boston to coach with BGSC at Harvard

Official paperwork on withdrawal from Ohio U.

Resume as a 21 year old swim coach. Meet Mark Rauterkus

This resume would have been used to land the job with Bernal's Gator Swim Club in April 1980. 

Ohio University Men's Swimming - Times Summary from 1979-80

* = New MAC Record

** = New OU Varsity Record

Penn Aqua Club needed a swim coach but didn't have a lifeguard job -- so NOT for me.

I went to Boston and Harvard and BGSC for the summer of 1980 instead. 

Jeff Tarr, OU Swimmer does the 1650

Sports News

TIM HILL

Ohio University

Sports Information 103 Convocation Center, Athens, Ohio 45701 Phone, Office: 614/594-5031 

March 4, 1980

ATHENS, Ohio...... 

Imagine 1650 yards of freestyle swimming.

That's more than 16 minutes of agony in the water. Consider the physical strain, the mental drain, and the fact that you'll probably gulp more water than air.

So goes the swimming life of Ohio University’s Jeff Tarr, as he prepares for the Mid-American Conference Swimming Championships, March 6-8, 1980, at Bowling Green. 

During his first two swimming campaigns at Ohio, Tarr swam in the shorter freestyle races and an occasional long-distance race with standout Daniel Wolokita.

But when Wolokita did not return this season, Tarr was given the chore of both the 1,000 and 500-yard freestyle competition in preparation for the Mid-American Conference marathon, the 1,650-yard freestyle.

Tarr has covered the 1000-yard race in 10:13, his best-ever in a dual-meet competition. He also has covered the 500-yard freestyle in 4:57 this season.

Bobcat Swimming Coach Fletch Gilders appreciates Tarr's tireless efforts: "Jeff has proved all season that he can endure the long race. During his first two years here, he was an excellent sprinter. Out of necessity he has become our long- distance swimmer."

Tarr noted:

Has the changeover been difficult? "Practice always is kind of depressing, knowing the long distance that I have to cover, but I realize that my physical and mental preparation have to be constant, especially if I'm going to go it or not during my races.

In the competition, time sheets of the opponents' efforts are available, and "this helps me prepare for my race," the Lima Shawnee graduate pointed out, "but I can't worry about their times, because I'm swimming my own race as well as pacing the good distance men in the league.

Mentally and physically, you have to pace yourself in these long races, the business administration student stressed, "making sure you don't start out too fast or too slow.

"I've got to keep a tab on myself as well as the opposition," he said, adding, 

"I'm swimming against not only my opponents but also against myself. If you don't, that's when they blow by you.

Tarr counts on the "lap counters" during his races so he knows the distance left and how much effort to put forth down the stretch.

"It's easy to lose track, and you rely on their info so you can give it what is needed," he said.

Tarr swam a 17:13 in the MAC 1,650-yard race last year, a race that he will compete in only once this season. The marathon is only completed at the MAC Championships.

Although Gilders is somewhat skeptical, Tarr feels he can produce a 16:30 time in the event, 43 seconds faster than last season.

So goes the swimming life of Jeff Tarr: a 1650-yard race in the water, a 66-lap race at a 15-second pace. Gulp!

 

OU Report Card

150 Zoology was no joke. That was the course that was often taken 2 or 3 times. It was the one that split the pre-med majors too.

Day of the K.B.F. (Kick Board Fight)

THE DAY OF THE K.B.F

By Mark Rauterkus, Assistant Swimming Coach, Ohio University Men's Swimming

Every athletic team has a nature. This unique personality has many contributing factors. The team's roster and staff, with their respected ages, experiences, abilities, and the sport, all influence a team's nature. For instance, baseball's World Champion, the Pittsburgh Pirates, claimed to be "family." Before and during the 1976 01ympic Games, the U. S. boxers had an astounding record and astonishing closeness. this University, the men swimmers have been building a team character at pre-season practices. 

An excitement was lifted from the splashes as the team entered the water. The warm-up was designated by the coaches, sitting in the stands, slightly removed, as a 1,000-yard distance was done (any way the swimmer prefers). This type of set is referred to as "choice. Such freedom always is appreciated by the swimmers and, consequently, was abused. The shallow end was plagued with bystanders acting somewhat like a social club.

However, if close attention was paid, the swimmers were in two social cliques. freshmen forming one group of swimmers, called "rookies," which means they have to do some small chores before and after each practice. (These are duties that would be taken care of by managers in revenue sports, i.e. football and basketball.) Meanwhile, the vets make up the other half of the team.

The vets stand together and have experience over the rookies. It is quite an advantage. These guys had started the year with close friendships already developed from previous years. However, the vets generally are willing to share their experiences and pass along tradition.

The workout that day was a typical early-season practice. Typical, with Fletcher Gilders as the coach, means anything could happen. The team expected a wide range of workouts and activities throughout the week, but overall, the tendency was for the coaches to be lax in the early weeks. Applying pressure to the swimmers too soon in the season will hurt the squad more than help it.

Besides, it was Friday; and like every other O.U. student, the swimmers were wired-up for the weekend by Friday afternoon.

"The rookies are up to something, Fletch," I said. As the coaching assistant, I was seated next to him. We shared The Post and nondescriptly kept an eye on the guys. Four rookies had emptied the cupboard which housed all the kickboards. The kickboards then littered the deck behind their starting blocks at the shallow end of the pool. The rookies then proceeded to kick with a board to the opposite end of the pool and try to secretly flip the board over the bulkhead to the deck near the base of the diving board. This continued nonchalantly throughout the 40-length warm-up. while, we played along by pretending not to notice.

David Sebastian, a wide-eyed freshman who talks with a high-pitched Jersey voice, got bold. Then, He slipped out of the water and gathered the kickboards into two stacks. Then, after first checking to see if the vets were still soaking their heads in stroke, he dashed into the close quarters of the men's locker room with one stack. Bob Pethick, another rookie, followed his buddy with the second stack of kickboards. After ditching the kickboards, the guys came back to conclude the warm-up.

Meanwhile, Fletcher got into the game. He shuffled down to his office, back to the stands, and to his office again. Then after decoying his team, he finally entered the locker room. I could tell at this point that Fletcher was going to play along, because he secretly moved one stack of hidden boards from the locker room to an adjacent space which still was out of the swimmers' view. The groundwork had been set. When he returned, I descended from the stands, and we started to run the practice.

The workout stimulated the rivalry. The workout was a continuous series of relay races. The coaches picked the teams and the events. Always reigning in Lane #4 was the fastest combination of freshmen swimmers, and in the neighboring lane, the vets' finest relay swam. The outside lanes had combination relays made up from the existing swimmers. Wagering on the races and extremely close finishes further provoked the feud.

There was a value to this workout. Fletcher proceeded to explain his reasoning to tired ears after one hour of 100% sprint swimming. "We wanted to see a few things, and we saw them. We looked closely at your starts, he said. The guys' and even my attention began to drift away during the coach's discourse.

"In other words, get off your duff!" The guys rose and started conversing as they slunk towards the showers. I presumed Fletcher was done babbling. Philip, an upper- classman who holds the University's individual-medley record, was teetering the lip of the pool while heading toward the locker room. Then, from seemingly out of nowhere, Sebastian gave Phil a push into the water.

"I don't believe you did that!" Philip repeated at least five times. 

By this time, Sebastian and his fellow rookie, Pethick, had made a quick escape to the refuge of the shower room. Meanwhile, all the other rookies lingered and began to pick up the remaining kickboards.

By this time, I was just holding my breath. Then it came. Sebastian and Pethick a re-emerged from the locker room, loaded with kickboards. They dropped them and started hurling them at the vets. Everybody looked to Fletcher to see if he would speak out against his massacre attempt. He was laughing. Then the vets started to flee. A retreat was in order or else get clunked. But, they met the same fate from the shallow end.

The rookies had the vets trapped in the middle without any kickboards. It was a moment of glory for the freshmen. The joy was seen in the faces as they tried to guide the projectiles into the bodies of teammates.

The vets were trying to shield themselves any way possible. But soon, the strategy of a kickboard fight enters and momentum changes. In the K. B. F. (code for kickboard fight), the gist of the conflict lies in the exchange of the kickboards. like any other battle known to man. No one gets defeated, and no one wins.

In the K. B. F. one always gets excited and continues to hit a man when he is down. So, the rookies kept punishing the vets until their ammo had expired and was all in the hands of the vets. It is impossible to throw a kickboard and then recover it without your opponent first firing it back at you.

The vets then returned the favor of the rookies by letting them have it. Since the Styrofoam can inflict no pain nor be thrown with any speed or accuracy, everyone has a good time with this "hit-and-be-hit" philosophy of war.

With this in mind, I suggest that the University President, Doctor Ping, wire the American Embassy in Iran and invite the captives and the captors over for a K. B. F. In fact, the Shah might also drop by to try out his arm. If the results mirror the same results obtained by the O.U. swimmers, then everyone will have had let out all of their tensions and aggressions and then be able to live together in this small world of ours, peacefully. 

And, swimmers, don't we know it! That seven-foot by 25-yard lane of water can get awfully small with two, three or four college swimmers trying to stroke away to intervals. Now, I hope you understand that every practice at 0. U. does not end in this manner. However, it is nice to recall what one October practice was like (especially now that you are swimming with such intensity every day), and the taper is just around the corner.

Chapter Two: A concluding remark about the 1980 Freshmen-Vet rivalry

Ashland College was scheduled for a dual meet at O.U. on Feb. 9, 1980; however, back in the fall, Ashland called us to cancel the meet. This left an open date for the Bobcats. So, an intra-squad meet was held according to regular-meet procedure.

The freshmen flanked one side of the pool, and the upperclassmen, the other. The final score was 51-60, in favor of the ROOKIES.

The freshman class is the strongest class of swimmers to enter O.U. in recent years. Moreover, this year graduation will take NOBODY from our squad! The nucleus is here. We have something to look forward to. Ohio University is "up and coming!"

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Address: 110 W. Union Street

VW essay from freshman essay