At press time, Harbaugh had sent Michigan’s athletic department an envelope containing a heavily annotated seating chart, a list of the 63,000 seat views he had found unsatisfactory, and a glowing 70-page report on section 25, row 12, seat 9, which he claimed is “exactly what the great sport of football is all about.”
RIP Ben Huff
At some point during the XFL era -- if a year can be called an era -- I absentmindedly flicked on a game between the Austin Stone Colds and the Shreveport There Aren't Any Wrestlers Called Shreveports and let my eyes linger over the football-like substance presented therein. Ben Huff was playing for one team or another and sacked the quarterback. I said to myself, "hey! Ben Huff!" and that was that. Like Eric Mayes, Huff had the bittersweet fortune to be a member of the 1997 national championship team in spirit only, watching his senior year from the sideline due to injury. That seemed like a big deal at the time.
Ben Huff died suddenly Monday due to unspecified causes. He was thirty-one.