Its depressing that this is no longer surprising. The hole keeps getting deeper for Baylor.
Since we're on the topic of recruiting classes - and because I didn't have a story written on another player this week - I thought I'd revisit the recruiting class that I was (marginally) a part of.
I may be getting older and more forgetful, but I've always prided myself on remembering teammates and their numbers. I looked at the photo below from the Bentley Library and was able to name almost all of them from memory, sans 1 or 2 guys who didn't make it much past picture day.
I think the headliner of the class was QB Bob Cernak out of Chicago. He was a strong lefthander who was considered by a few to be a threat to Harbaugh for the starting job. At the time, nobody really knew what Harbaugh could do (1984 was his first year starting) and Cerno was supposed to be a big timer. He even made the travel team for a game as a true freshman. But Bob broke his arm his freshman year and ultimately moved to Tight End. Today, he lives in Madison Wisconsin, is an avid fisherman, and a super good guy.
Bud Gereg was the number 1 recruit in Michigan. He was a defensive tackle out of Warren DeLaSalle. When he got to Michigan, football sorta took a backseat to playing guitar and a few other activities, and Bud left the program, unfortunately.
Bud's high school teammate was John Vitale, a big, gritty, no bullshit Italian from Detroit who was loved by everybody. He had such a big personality and was great football player. He started for us for a few years and became a consensus All-America his senior year. He played in the World League of American Football and the Arena League. Sadly, in 2000, he passed away from cancer of the spinal cord. He beat the cancer once before, but it returned shortly after he married his wife, Lynn. When his dad informed him that the cancer spread to his brain this time, John replied, "Well that sucks." That was John. It makes me tear up just typing this.
You're all familiar with Mark Messner out of Detroit Catholic Central. If you saw the guy walking on campus, you might not know he played football by looking at him. He wasn't overly big or bulky, but dude could play. He went on to have a pretty good career.
Ernie Holloway came from St. Martin DePorres and joined his brother Dan at Michigan. I played against Ernie and his St. Martin DePorres team back in high school. They pretty much kicked our ass every year. Our senior year, Ernie spent the first few games on the sideline with an ankle injury. His game against us was his first of the season. We held them to no gain on the first 3 plays but that would be the highlight of our day. In came Ernie, and on 4th and 15, he ripped off about a 75 yard TD run. That was it. Thanks for coming out, folks. Drive home safely.
Dave Chester - aka Sexy C. He came from Titusville Florida as a defensive tackle but eventually moved to offensive guard. The most vivid memory I have of him on defense was during a practice, him and Jumbo Elliott started mixing it up and throwing haymakers. Bo broke it up, then proceeded to explain how dumb those two were for throwing punches at another man wearing a facemask. Smart guy, that Bo.
Dave Herrick was an offensive lineman who started as long snapper his freshman year, and might have also got time on the line. His career was cut short by injuries but he continued to help with the video and taping department. One time during a practice, a wicked storm kicked up while Dave was up in the scissor lift. We all stood there and watched as this thing was listing hard from the wind. It was a pretty scary moment....but at the time, we laughed.
Keith Evans was a defensive back out of Florida. He wasn't very big but he could bring the lumber. I remember he had a bridge in his mouth for a set of fake front teeth. He removed the appliance while he played of course, and it made him look like a total badass. (I thought, anyway). Keith transferred after a year or two.
Big Mike Husar. This guy was great: excellent football player, nice guy, funny as hell. He's rumored to have set some sort of unofficial record for beers consumed in a single evening. I don't know about all that but I do know the smile he wore that night still hasn't come off his face yet. He's a big ole Teddy bear living in Chicago.
Erik "Soup" Campbell played both offense and defense, and earned time as a true freshman. One thing that I'll always remember is him calling Coach Carr "Lloyd". I don't know why that sticks out, but there it is. After graduation, E got into coaching, including a couple stints at Michigan. Today, he's the receiver's coach at UConn.
Chris D'Espisito was an offensive lineman from Toledo. His career was cut short by a pretty serious injury, if I recall. He helped out in the weight room as part of Gittleson's staff until graduation. It would be 25 years or so later before I heard from him again. When I posted on FB that my daughter would be attending Alabama, he reached out and told me he was the supervisor for Transportation/Parking on the UA campus. All 3 of his daughters attended Bama.
Dave Dever was a defensive tackle from Chicago. He lived down the hall in South Quad with a guy who would later be in my wedding. Dave's son Bo was a walk-on during Hoke's years, and continues to help with the program. The one memory that sticks out about Dave was he had this hand-carved wood duck in his dorm room. Everytime I went into their room, I'd pick up that damn duck and play with it. He kept telling me, "put it down. You're gonna drop it." I insisted I wouldn't. Until one day I did. I still feel pretty shitty about that.
John Willingham was an outside linebacker who went on to be a police officer with the LAPD.
Rick Masters was a guard but he ended up transferring out of the program.
Jamie Morris was a great teammate and continues to be a big part of Michigan football. The guy was 5 foot nothin, a hundred nothin but he out-punched his weight more than any player on the team. I remember watching him from the sidelines against Washington (I think) and seeing these giant defensive linemen and linebackers trying to rip his head off ever time they tackled him. He just popped right up and jogged back to the huddle.
Mark Hill was a scholarship linemen who transferrered to Michigan fucking State after one season. Boooo this man (although, I suppose if that's what he felt was best for him..... whatever. Booo.) Every Sunday, we'd gather for film study and talk about the game we just played. We also handed out the scouting reports for the next week's opponent. Bo would go through each starting player of the other team and give a quick opinion. When we played State the following year and got to Hill, Bo said, ".....and there's our boy." The room busted out laughing.
Big Mike Dames from Florida. You can read about him in one of my TBT stories from last year. Great great guy.
Bob Tait was an OLB from Pennsylvania. I think his footall career was cut short from injury, but he ended up walking on to the basketball team. I remember going to a game at Crisler and seeing him get some playing time at the end of a blowout.
Chuck Adams was a tight end from Detroit Country Day. The only memory I have of him was when he and Vitale threw down in the freshman lockerroom. It was a pretty good tussle, if I remember right. Adams ended up transferring to UCLA.
Mike Kovacs was a tight end but he also transferred out.
Mark Earhardt was big offensive lineman, and a super nice guy.
Don Lessner* - son of a MSHAA Hall of Fame coach and a good friend of mine. He works for the government (If I tell ya what he does, I have to kill ya), and loves him some free pop. He was in my wedding.
Trey McNeil* was a QB from Texas who went back there after 1 year in Ann Arbor
Brad Burrows* linebacker.
Kyle Anderson* was a QB who blew out his knee his freshman year. He rehabbed it and returned his sophomore year as a fullback, then promptly blew out his knee again. He's now the Lions orthopedic surgeon. He was in my wedding.
Ernie Bock*, a DB out of Northville, who was my roommate for two years.
Mike DeBoer* was a punter from Grand Rapids.
Rick Sutkeiwicz* was a barefoot kicker who started for us. His kids went to the same high school as mine (although I think they're slightly younger)
Dave* and Scott* Mandel - tight ends from Ann Arbor.
Bob* and Rick* Stites came from Ann Arbor Pioneer and were as tough as any players on the team. Bob is now the president of the Letterwinners M Club. They were ushers in my wedding.
Pat Fitzgerald* was a wide receiver and a pretty damn smart guy.
Me*. I mentioned the guys in my wedding because it's my 28th anniversary tomorrow. My poor wife.
* - denotes walk on. LOL.
There you have it. The freshman class of 1984. Hopefully I didn't forget anyone.
The guys I named are all in the the last couple rows.
I have to imagine that "Momma Gwen" had a hand in landing a lot of our recruits this cycle as well as last year. Big shout out to her, winning over the recruits parents and extolling all the virtues of going to Michigan.
Didn't see this posted, but I noticed that former Wolverine Brian Cole is part of Mississippi State's recruiting class. He spent last year at a "last chance" community college in Mississippi, he landed with the other MSU. And he's playing safety full-time now.
Good luck, young man.
Coaching transitions are never easy - but expectations still remained high in the first recruiting cycle for "our friend" Tom Herman.
This is the difference in Tom Herman’s world from one signing day to the next. A year ago as the coach at Houston, he was celebrated for landing what Rivals.com ranked as the No. 41 recruiting class in the nation – considered one of the best hauls ever for a program outside the Power Five conferences. This year at Texas he signed what Rivals ranks as the No. 31 class, and nobody is celebrating. “Little different expectation level,” he observed.
Herman already was putting '17 behind him and looking forward to the '18 recruiting class:
At Texas, an anticlimactic National Signing Day 2017 was primarily devoted to working on National Signing Day 2018.
Although Herman's first class seemed to be somewhat of a disappointment - he couldn't help but take a shot at one of his prior foes in the B1G:
They say if you're not first, you're last. Well, we are definitely not first...but we still did better than Mork Dontanablio up at Michigan Staee. What were they, like 3 spots behind us and it's my first year? All I can say is :WOW."
Wise words from Mr. Herman. Glad he could find the humor in the situation and could troll Mr. DiGiorno so hard.