It was horrific to watch. I was on Hamilton Rd looking south towards Port Columbus' runway 28 Left at approximately 5pm on June 29th. The debris was flying, the sky black, and the wind like nothing I'd felt. The monster storm that would wreck devastation across five states was engulfing the field as you were preparing to land. I screamed to my friend, "My God, look at that airplane!" As the branches started to fly, I watched your 737 drop tail first several hundred feet (or more) in a blast of wind shear that nearly put you into the ground. I heard your engines spool full-up and could see your wings flex as you began a seemingly impossible recovery and go-around. Still bouncing, nose-up, you banked left away from the airport just before crossing the threshold. The wind now had traffic lights on their sides.
As the side blowing rain enveloped my stopped car like a mass of smoke and debris, I last saw you nearly sideways, yet climbing to the southeast. A successful escape. Nice flying. What a ride that must've been for the folks in back.