Aaron Craft is the perfect roommate

It sounds like the beginning of a bad joke -- a basketball player (Craft), a baseball player (Greg Greve), a football player (Roberts, who is transferring to Harvard next semester), a golfer (Jones) and another guy (that would be Michael Duffy, who played hoops at nearby Division III Wittenberg but somehow has been tabbed the "non-athlete"), walk into a bar.

Except the joke would end there.

Craft would never walk into a bar.

"Yeah, we've learned to not even ask if he wants to go out with us or anything like that,'' teammate Lenzelle Smith Jr. said. "Or do anything out of the ordinary, or do anything ordinary for a college kid, for that matter.''

Not that Craft's roommates are hellions. Part of the comfort here is shared values. The five all met through Athletes in Action, and their faith guides their actions, and at times, inaction.

"I'm just as happy to hang out with him here," Jones said.

Here would be your typical college apartment, done up straight out of the pages of College Guy Décor magazine. A play-sized basketball hoop hangs on one wall; an Ohio State decal is opposite, a few sports posters stuck to the other walls randomly.

On this November day, miniature stockings are hung by the chimney with care. But they've been there since December 2012, so this is pure coincidence, not holiday decorating.

A well-worn sectional sofa dominates the room. It has been with the apartment crew for three years, having previously served an unknown period of time with a friend's aunt and her nine cats.

"I think we wiped it off,'' Duffy said.

The sofa, along with the roommates, has enjoyed a little bit of fame on campus lately. A moving truck came in and took it to the middle of the women's basketball practice gym at the Schottenstein Center in early November, part of the campus celebration of Taco Thursday.

That was the world's first introduction to the goofy side, if not dark side, of Craft, thanks to his roommates.

It began simply enough, a bunch of guys eating dinner one night, each chomping on his own menu selection. Someone suggested they actually have a real meal one night a week, at a set time and actually eat the same food. Tacos, a favorite, were selected, and Thursday became the designated day.

Rules were established -- one guest allowed for whoever's turn it is to buy; no girls -- and a tradition was born.

"We actually say Taco Tursday,'' Jones said. "Hard T, no H.''

Thanks to Twitter, the legend of Taco Tursday grew to such epic proportions that someone in the university marketing department thought they ought to host one for people on campus.

So last month, the sofa was temporarily relocated, pictures were signed by each of the roommates and Taco Tursday went public.

More than 1,000 people showed up.

"I said to Greg, 'Picture yourself on move-in day. You move into this humble apartment. A year and a half later, you're called on this stage because of tacos,' '' Jones said. "It was crazy.''

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