I wanted to share a couple vignettes from Michigan fans in Ann Arbor, both based on conversations with co-workers.
- One middle-aged woman I spoke to lives about a half-mile northwest of the stadium. She always used to complain about hearing the crowd, the announcer, and the band on Saturdays while sitting at her home. Now, apparently, she doesn't hear a damn thing. She believes all the sound is trapped inside the stadium by the new luxury boxes.
- One older fellow I work with clearly falls into the "blue-hair" category. He's had season tickets since 1964, golfs about twice a week and speaks in a way that's eerily similar to Judge Smales from Caddyshack. He commented on how electric the atmosphere has been this year at the Big House, especially at the ND game. He almost lost his voice from screaming so much, which apparently has not happened . . . . ever. He loves the RAWK music! He's pumped!