I was a school psychologist for many years and I had about 8 interns over the years that I worked with. One had grown up in Ohio and was a Buckeye fan of sorts. He had a friend on one of Woody's teams who related the following story from a Buckeye practice that was in preparation for the Rose Bowl.
Woody was working on a goal line play and wanted tighter line splits. One of the tight ends listened and then lined up about a yard from the offensive tackle. Woody started yelling at him to get tighter, so he cut it down to about a two foot split. When he lined up with that split Woody started screaming at him again. Finally, the tight end asked him how big a split he wanted. Woody yelled back at him "the length of your dick!" So the QB called the play, the team broke the huddle and the TE lined up 1 1/2 feet from the tackle. Just as the team got set and the QB was about to call the signals, Woody ran up behind the tight end, kicked him in the butt and, as the TE tumbled head over tea kettle, yelled "Boy, you're lying to me!" I guess the place was in hysterics.