I had the opportunity to hang out with Bo on several occasions and every time the conversations ended up lasting at least an hour or so. The conversation would range from life at mich, growing up in a2, but rarely ever football. For that amongst many other reasons, my first born will be named Bo hah. I knew Don Canham well for a bit and he was an absolute legend. His influence on the AD still shows today and he was easily the best AD ever. Everyone else haven't really compared to those two...
Best stories of meeting UofM personalities
I walked into the Michigan Union once to go to Wendys and about half a foot behind me, at a table, was Mike Hart and another guy I didn't recongize.
I said "Mr. Hart?"
He grinned and nodded.
I shook his hand.
.............You had to be there.
Mine is two-fold....both having to do with Carr on the same day. I visited a spring practice in 2003 with a high school coaching staff. We were outside watching practice and my wife called. I answered, of course, bragging to her how close I was to everything and then just as I started my second sentence with her a manager of the team comes over to me and says that coach would prefer that I put that away. He said if I didn't want to do that I could leave. I didn't hesitate(hung up on my wife) only because Carr was looking at me with a stare that could kill. Kind of like that Grandfather stare when you knew he was disappointed.
The next run in was only minutes later. We were headed in as practice was over and Perry was bad mouthing someone and just goofing off. I hear a scuffle and look behind me and Carr is right up in his grill against a wall chewing him a new one. Once he realized he was in the hall with a bunch of people, he grabbed Perry and dragged him outside. It was one of those "teaching" moments I think. Must have caught coach on a rough day.
I think I might have seen the moment when Chris turned the corner with his attitude and turned into a workhorse and great leader for the team.
I don't have one personally, but my cousin has a great photo of Jake Long and himself. My cousin goes pretty well sized, about 6 feet, and broad, probably 220 or so. (I'm taller but I'm a freakin' beanpole). Anyhow, you'd never claim he was a small guy. But this photo with Jake Long is hilarious. It looks like some kind of joke or trick of distortion. My cousin says he's never felt so small in his whole life.
carson butler pummeled me in a dorm once
it was the greatest day of my life
The infamous nerd of the St. Patty's Day Nerd Massacre.
does anyone know the identity of that guy? id like to find him on fb.
I gave Justin Feagin $600 to get me some stuff. He still hasn't paid me back.
I had sex with Chad Henne at Blimpy's. In broad daylight.
bunch of the michigan picture/media days and have talked to a few players and coaches but here are the 2 that stick out in my mind. in 94 gary moeller made fun of me for wearing a white sox hat(still this day i have no idea why i was wearing it) and in 97 i got to have a 5 min conversation with my all time favorite michigan football player, jamie morris. when i was a kid and would go to the spring games when he was playing i could never get close enough to him to get a autograph, so on that day in 1997 i finally got to talk to one of my michigan heros and get his autograph.
Freshmen year, I was talkin to Eugene Germany and he asked for my number. He then pulled out four cell phones, two of which were pink before he found his.
I wish I was kidding, but this did indeed happen.
I was dumb enough to run across the street for a solo snowball barrage during the West Quad v South Quad snowball fight my freshman year. Turns out I ran right into Braylon, Marlin, and some more of their friends and players and I was out of ammo.
I sort of did this double back, slipped, and people were jumping everywhere (by then I did get some support from my fellow nerds from South Quad).
Long story short: Marlin Jackson jumped me during the snowball fight, and when I got up I picked up Braylon's Nike football glove with a #80 in black marker, which i still have. (If only Lloyd had given him #1 when he was still a sophomore)
You were fighting on the wrong side friend. Four years ago I watched Mike Hart yell outside of south quad, egging them on to come out. No one could ever say he didn't kno how to talk the talk.
My friend tried to charge "a jackass with a mask on" during the 05 snowball fight. My friend got his ass kicked. The mask fell off revealing none other than Mike Hart.
Yup, I was there. I saw some downright filthy crimes committed against nerds that day, but they all deserved it.
A few weeks ago at the alumni hockey game, I bought an old locker from when the Yost locker room was remodeled in 1996 and loaded it into my Jimmy. Brendan Morrison was at the game and I convinced him to come back to my car, crawl in the back, and sign my locker. I was worried my wife was going to slam the door shut and drive off with him.
i was really worried about where that story was going
I was beginning to get concerned at the point of "I convinced him to come back to my car, crawl in the back,..." If I were you, I would change the story so that a dude wasn't forced to come back to your car and climb in the back.
It puts the lotion in the basket...
A girl I know gave Manningham her number and he signs all if his texts "Tha Cho$en One."
I was also on the field before the 2005 Ohio State game and got hit with an errant Garret Rivas field goal during warm ups.
My senior year's Athlete Scholar awards or whatever took place in Fowlerville's gym, and I only went because Lloyd was speaking. As I was parking, I saw him walking into the school, so I quickly ran up (then walked, of course) and shook his hand.
He was as genial as I could've imagined, and he talked to me about going to Michigan the next year. He even said that I shouldn't hesitate to stop by and say hello, although I have a feeling he says that to all the students at the University.
This is a strange sequence of events to do with Jake Long:
Me and one of my friends were heading to Backroom after a fun night out our freshman year after watching the Notre Dame game(the 2006 season). When there we came upon 3 huge guys each with a pizza in hand and immediately struck up a conversation with them. My friend knew his shit and despite us being in school a few weeks, told me that he thought it was Jake Long. I wasn't sure but as he and his friends turned around to leave he saw his tattoos and we called out a very freshman-like "You're Jake Long!" He turned around and laughed and said no no no I'm just a tennis player and then Adam Kraus, who was with him, went off on a tangent about how he was a tennis player from NY (his Louisiana accent kind of sounded New Yorkish). We all had a good laugh and then talked to them for a while about the Notre Dame game telling them how great it was to watch and asking them questions (my friend asking about the zone blocking scheme.. only an MGoBlogger..). The whole exchange lasted around 45 minutes, the entirety of which they seemed to enjoy talking to us. We said our goodbyes and that was that.
Until a couple weeks later we saw a guy lift someone up and begin shoulder pressing him on the corner where Magic Gate is. We were walking in that direction (had to get the bus back up to Bursley) and noticed that it was Jake doing the lifting. We couldn't believe our luck at seeing him again and were even more astounded that he recognized us as we gaped at him shoulder pressing a human. He said something along the lines of "hey I remember you guys!" and talked to us for a minute before we ran to catch the bus.
During the freshman season we painted our bodies and painted numbers on us, and after these chance encounters I had been painting 77 on my back. Later in the season, I forget which game, I had been separated from my friends in the concourse of the stadium and was waiting to meet back up with them for a ticket swap. While waiting an old man and woman came up to me and one of my friends and said "ohh do you know my nephew?" and we were kind of confused. So responding, "who's your nephew?" got us the response "Well, Jake!" Turns out we had stumbled into his Aunt and Uncle who were there for the game (I think it was homecoming). We shared a good laugh and she gave me her thanks for supporting her nephew.
Just a really small world, and in hindsight, looking at that year it's crazy to think how it all happened.
My understanding is that Jake Long comes off like a bit of a hard ass in interviews and whatnot, but always seems to have time for his fans, and genuinely likes talking to most of them. He is one of the few guys that I think really, really is happy to be a football player.
Another couple of quality guys I have met were Jason Vinson (punter from 97) and Marcus Knight. I met Jason volunteering in a children's program at the U hospital and Marcus dated my girlfriend's roomate. Both of those guys were really easy going and friendly. I had orientation with Tai Streets, on the otherhand, and he was a dick.
My sentiments exactly. I don't know if you know who Kenny Britt is, but he played WR for Rutgers got drafted by the Titans in the 1st. Well I was on a flight with him (about 20 people) and he was trying to talk on his cell phone while we were taking off. The attendant said shut it off and he said "don't you know who I am?" I'm glad Jake wasn't like that. One of my favorite players of all time.
I was on Jake Longs flight to New York when he was going to the draft. Thought the plane might not take off...
I have always wanted to meet Jake. I think that he has always seemed like a nice guy and a good guy anytime I have seen an interview, but maybe that's just me.
Tailgaiting on MSU's campus - I yelled GO BLUE to Brandstatter, who appeared shocked, confused, raised his and in ackowledgment, and then went back to drinking what appeared to be scotch. It was funny, trust me.
I worked at Crisler and the Stadium when I was in school. In the summers, some of the incoming football players would work with us to earn some extra cash. It just so happens that David Terrell was one of the players who worked with us. We were pretty pumped, since we new his resume, and couldn't wait to meet him.
Two things stand out. One, the kid was an idiot. Not surprising, but it still blew my mind that a player could come off as that stupid. Or, it could be that he didn't care. Who knows.
The second, and more impressive part, was his strength. The stages that get set up for graduation are these huge folding tables. They are about 4' x 8' and weigh a good 100 to 150 pounds (very awkward to carry). We always carried them in twos in order to move them around. This freak of a kid, would fling them over his head and carry them wherever we wanted them.
PS. He could also fly when playing basketball, but had no jumper. Woodson was the same way.
Insanely athletic, still came off the bench.
After we beat Duke last year I found myself next to Lloyd Carr in the middle of Crisler, the moment immortalized in my icon picture thingy at left.
called a fucking avatar, asshole. If you're going to use the god damned internet, at least know what the fuck you're talking about.
(note...clearly joking, but I had someone respond to me in this manner once when I didn't know what the picture thingy was called either, so I thought I would try it out and see how it made me feel. I feel like a douche.)
"a graphical image that represents a person, as on the Internet."
I have the same picture from the same game. Just remove you and add me. That games we awesome.
At a party one time and saw Garrett Rivas using the same line on girls over and over which consisted of: "do you know who I am, I'm Garrett Rivas". He just broke up with his gf so that could explain the deusheieness. My friend also watched him eat an entire large pizza from Bell's in one sitting. No joke.
Talked with Lloyd when I did this fundraising thing for his wife's charity. Ridiculously nice and genuine of course.
Walked around the court of a Michigan B-Ball game to get Bo's autograph after the ushers wouldn't let me into his section - during a stoppage of play of course, and well worth it.
Ran into Braylon after he graduated and asked him how he did what he did in that State game. His reply: "Because man, they're fucking State, they can't beat us." I also played basketball against him in highschool, but he didn't remember me.
Also watched Kevin Grady drink an insane amount at Skeeps after his knee injury. He was low.
Finally, saw one Brian Cook at Old Town. Proceeded to do an awkward, "hey, I really like your blog". Felt like a creepster afterward.
A guy that I know was a tutor for the football team and knew just about every player. I met Jake Long when he was a freshman at a b-day party for my friend at Studio 4. The same guy showed up at my house in Erie with Ernest Shazor one time. All I remember thinking was, holy shit, this guy is a safety?
EDIT: My brother was friends with Pat Sharrow, whom most may not be familiar with. He was injured when the house he shared with Jake Long caught on fire and he had to jump out of the upstairs window. He broke his ankle and was never really the same again. My only real experience with him was playing power hour with him one time out at Central Western weekend on a weekend that he didn't travel with the team to an away game. It was weird watching the UM game with a current member of the team with us.
i saw braylon at a kfc in ypsilanti once. he was with an M bball player (i forget whom), and some little asian dude.
he and i both ordered the mashed potatoes, but only one of us got drafted by the browns.
I'll be you the little asian dude was my friend Chris that I mentioned in the above post.
i also met bernard robinson jr. at rick's at the end of the schoolyear in 2004. i congratulated him (without laughing) on winning the NIT.
"he and i both ordered the mashed potatoes, but only one of us got drafted by the browns."
Great last line +1
"The rain, thick with sleet, spattered on the freshly cleaned window panes with a crackling sound, like millions of knuckles cracking at once, ready to deliver a beating. It was a cold, hard night; the kind that set even the toughest of men shivering, either from the cold or something worse.
In contrast, I stared at the bright, warm, soft mounds of mashed potatoes that had been piled on my black, plastic plate. The server had given me a blank stare as she dumped not-quite-enough gravy onto the starchy lumps. The man in front of me had done much better, earning big, doe eyes, a pouty lip frown, and enough gravy to overflow the entire potato compartment and well up beneath three pieces of chicken. White meat, extra crispy.
Of course, I expected no different. I knew the man. He did not know me. I was jealous, but only for a moment. I would never earn millions of dollars. I would never see pouty lips for no reason. I would never be known by those I didn't know. I would never get extra gravy.
But then I remembered; I would never have to take orders from Brady Quinn.
The rain sounded slightly less depressing.
But only slightly."
My freshman year (1996) I was standing outside of South Quad smoking a cigarette when Lloyd Carr walked up the ramp to the entrance. As he approached, I said "hey Coach Carr!" (I was 18, and far too excited.) He smiled at me and said "son, you need to quit smoking."
It was awesome. I didn't quit smoking then (although I did eventually), but I've been a huge Lloyd fan ever since.
This past year I went to see this girl I was seeing at her job in the basement of the union. She came over and we were talking when I noticed Peedi, Manny and Zack Novak at the other counter behind her. Anyway after a few minutes it was time for me to say goodbye and I made sure to get a hug and a kiss and as I do I see Peedi giving me a serious eye. Immediately I knew I might be in trouble because this girl was very pretty (prettier than I deserved) and sure enough later I got a call from her telling me how Deshawn was spitting hard game at her and Manny a little bit too. This continued for a couple weeks with him trying to work his game, and at the end of it I guess you can say I was pretty relieved that she doesn't know the first thing about sports (not that that stopped her from beating my ass in our tournament pool, but I digress.) The story has a happy ending, we soon thereafter started dating and we're still together.
So she worked at UGos I'm guessing?
I can cosign the physical absurdity of meeting Jake Long. I'm a tall guy, and indeed I felt minuscule next to him, but the bigger shock was shaking his hand. Generally when you shake another person's hand, both participants are able to wrap their fingers around the hand. Jake Long's hand eats yours. It doesn't matter what handshake position you use, or how firm your grip is; it will simply be swallowed up by the black hole of his gigantic mitts.
The only potentially interesting interaction I've had with Michigan athletes was when I had an impromptu dance-off freshman year with Chris Graham and Johnny Sears. But I never actually met them.
I bet Ralph Williams' hand is still bigger.
A reference only an alum would get, but I like it anyway. He is as much of a UofM personality as anyone. My cousin is going to be a freshman in the fall and I am sad that Williams retired last year.
He's a great professor, though I often cannot understand the knowledge he is trying to convey. Still, a great man.
I think I got the most out of his love of what he was teaching. Plus, he spoke six languages and wore jackets with patches on the elbows. I am not sure if he smokes a pipe or not, but that would just about define what a college professor should be. I took a seminar course on Primo Levi with him that was the highlight of my career there.
Yup, religious studies for me. Very engaging course as well.
that is the guy
Whoa! You don't want a proctology exam from that guy.
I once had the pleasure of watching Brent Petway "free-style" if you can call it that. It was terrible.
But from your description, he sounds like this guy Air Georgia that used to play basketball for UM.
Oh yeah, one of my roommates smoked up Mario all of freshman year. Sorry about that draft pick.
And Ryan mallett broke my friend's bong.
I'm happy I have such positive stories to share with the kids.
Lloyd Carr was the keynote speaker at my Senior Athletic Banquet. This was in the spring before the National Championship season. I got an autograph from Derek Alexander and Jarrod Bunch outside the practice facility.
freshman David Terrell was 'romantically involved' with a girl who lived next to my girlfriend in Rumsey house. He would like to yell "WHO HAS THE BOMB-ASS DICK" at her really loudly while the were engaged in carnal activities, to which she would reply "DAVID TERRELL HAS THE BOMB ASS DICK!!!"
Moral of the story, David Terrell has the bomb-ass dick (apparently).
That made me laugh like hell, somehow I can totally imagine that happening especially Terrell having his chick go all third person on him, LOL
man is there anyone that doesn't know this story?
I have to imagine everyone has heard this story bc David Terrell must have always done this with every girl.
I don't remember who, but a SC anchor paraphrased this on air (replacing dick with something like catch or game or something).
Rich Eisen once said after Terell caught a long pass "Who has the bomb? David Terrell has the bomb."
from my Freshman year on, one of my friends SWORE up and down that this would actually happen and that people would sit outside the door late at night.
It became somewhat of an urban legend at UM.
I have definitely heard this story before. We probably know some of the same people. Either that, or he yelled that at a lot of girls and a lot of girls answered him that way. I'm guessing it's the latter.
Not my story, but my buddy claims he had a Spanish class with Victor Hobson and Cato June. One day the teacher was calling on Hobson, and June apparently says "Senora [pronounced with a hard n]. Vic ain't programmed to speak." Then I guess the teacher called on someone else.
I always cracked up at that story.
Eight or nine years ago Banfield's Westside hosted the "Red Berenson Show" broadcast on WTKA during the season, and I was there one night with a friend during a broadcast. As I was on my way out, I stopped by the booth that Red was sitting in to say hello and congratulate him on how the season was going. Red didn't know me from adam and he was giving a pleasant but understandably perfunctory response until I mentioned to him that his new son-in-law was one of my co-workers. Immediately, I felt the universe contract to the point where it was just the two of us. His cold blue eyes bored into mine like lasers as he asked me questions about his little girl's new husband. I could tell instantly that Red would detect, without any effort at all, the tiniest amount of bullshit in my response. The guy would make an absolutely frightening prosecutor.
Wow. Red Berenson. You get a +1 just for being so old school.
When you have kids, their maturing is going to make you feel old, but it was also weird to realize that for the first time in my life I'm now older than Michigan's head football coach. For Michigan, that's a good thing. It's amazing to realize that when Bo came to Michigan he was only 39. I think he looked about 50, though. Must've been the effect of his bad ticker.
Yeah me and Fielding were tight
my friends and I played a lot of beach volleyball at Elbel field. Now and then one of the basketball players, usually Travis Conlan or Maurice Taylor (I think, it's been a while) would show up and block every freaking serve.
A decade before that my aunt was in the same scene with a lot of M football and basketball players, and occasionally she'd bring them back to our house to hang out, so I got to meet Greg McMurtry, Vada Murray, and Terry Mills. All of them nice guys, and very patient with an overly excited 9 year old me.
Trip Welbourne and Vada Murray, best safety tandem in michigan history
As I crossed observatory (the road that runs up towards the dorms), being it was the middle of February and freezing, I planned to sprint to my house, which was only a few blocks away. As I crossed the street, a car appeared out of nowhere only to come to a sreeching halt.
All I remember is the loud noise of the tires and thinking "this is going to hurt".
As I finally came to my senses and realized I was not even touched, I noticed I was at most three inches from being ran over by a brand new Bentley.
As the car passed by, the window rolled down and as he flew by me, Braylon stuck his head out to yell "Sorry".
Part of me wishes he would have hit me. Free season tickets for life.
Met Ryan Mallett at a bookstore his freshman year. I was with my wife and 2 sons. Ryan was very nice a threw some with my oldest and signed a couple Michigan Footballs. Wonder how much those will be worth if he has a great career at Arkansas and in the NFL?
scheemed on my girlfriend at the time. That must have been why she went home with him. Not because she was a jersey chasing hoochie.... as I later discovered. Right?
"who knew high school jerseys aren't quite as sweet"?
That was very nice of him to do that, but around other students he was a real prick. He picked fights and was just downright obnoxious. A cousin who is still at UM told me about him trying to start fights at frat houses. I once met him at Skeeps and he was a jerk and got all up in mah grill because I was hitting on a girl who turned to be his girlfriend. I mean seriously? What is this, high school in the 1980s?
I also heard that his teammates couldn't stand him. But, I suppose he has a nice part to him that is good with kids, so I can't fault him for that.
As a student in the mid-70s I got picked up hitchhiking home to Toledo by one of the Wistert brothers.
As someone with a #11 M jersey (custom, not for any of the Wisterts), this the best and most obscure story on the board. well done.
During the drive, I learned that one of the brothers, Francis "Whitey", lived about 6 blocks from me in Toledo, down the street from friends of mine. I can't remember whether it was Alvin or Albert that picked me up, whichever one lived in Northville at the time.
i had a sociology class with tom brady. didn't really ever talk to him, which is good, because in that relatively information obscured time, i thought he was drew henson at first.
i saw jeff backus at the potbelly's in northville. i had heard he was born in midland (as was i) so i had to ask him. turns out he's a really nice guy. when he left he actually approached me and told me it was nice to meet me. i wish he were doing better in the nfl...
I grew up in Saline, which was (and still is) home to lots of the coaching staff. LLoyd and Stan Parrish lived down the street (kind of far down the street), but I did see Lloyd out walking his dog a couple of times. Very much kept to himself, neighbors said. He has since moved to Barton Hills. I graduated with one of Stan's kid - extremely nice. And because of those connections, Lloyd was the speaker at my brother's high school graduation ('97), and Bo was the speaker at mine ('00). Score! Also, RR lives in Saline and my dad has seen him at the hardware store getting out of a 'sclade, and I recognized Calvin Magee's house in one of the countdown to kickoff videos as backing up to the golf course I was a greenskeeper at. I definitely had more contact with UM football growing up in Saline than I did in actually attending college at UM. Wow, recounting all of these at once really makes me feel like a creeper...
Gary Moeller's daughter lives there, too. I sold her Schwan's for a little while while I did that (worst job ever). She said he's actually working in insurance now, I believe. Somewhere in the south.
I've worked at the Union for five years now (I'm done in September). I was an Event Manager for Catering and I'm the current Student Manager in the Billiards Room. I've met a number of various campus celebrities through these jobs.
I've served President Coleman almost every time she dropped in while I was there (enough to know that she prefers decaf with her dessert). At one point she recognized me, that was pretty sweet. I've served, chatted, and shook hands with Coach Carr, Coach Rodriguez (and his entire staff, actually), Coach Berenson, Coach Amaker, and Coach Belein. Football held recruiting dinners there. Incoming athletes were treated to barbecue chicken, corn on the cob, hot dogs, grits, and a host of other foods. They were ravenous eaters, we usually ran out of food on those nights.
I worked directly with Tyler Ecker and Brian Thompson. I once had a groom come up to me and ask "Is that Tyler Ecker...?" When I replied in the positive, he got super-excited ("OMG Tyler Ecker is working my wedding!!!"). It was cute. We'd walk to class together sometimes - I'm a solid 5'9", 130lbs, so it was quite the dichotomy in physical appearances.
I worked alongside Amadou Ba and Graham Brown - they worked in the U-Club (Catering/U-Club share the same kitchen). Holy effing crap they're tall.
My super-senior year, I lived with a group of wrestlers. I didn't know who they were when I went into the deal (I was a late leasee), but I found out later. Steven Luke & Eric Tannenbaum.
I met Vlad the Impaler after the Spring Game, he came into the Billiards Room to shoot pool. I'd say he should work on his shot, but honestly, he has plenty else (football & academics) to worry about.
there's more but this is getting long
I was walking down the street in Reykjavik in early July when I see a familiar face walking towards me. It was Dhani Jones filming his Dhani Tackles the Globe show for the Travel Channel. We talked a bit and he invited me to the strongman competition in which he was participating. The episode will air this fall. I'm in the background. You can recognize me because I'm the only non-blond (other than Dhani) in the episode. BTW, I won't mention who wins the competition but will only say that it was very close.
I would think meeting an ex player in Iceland trumps the rest of our "met so and so at the Union" stories
I think we have our winner.
Brent Petway came to one of my house's parties. I chatted briefly with him and thanked him for stopping by. Then I had to ask him to move his Escalade, parked halfway up our shared driveway, because the neighbors were threatening to tow it.
I did a project in English 125 with Brandon Englemon. Really nice guy. I also had a class with Lamarr Woodley, a really great guy. My friends were hanging out with him one night but I had studying/work to do. As some of you might know, I'm a big fan of his. He's just a class act.
Nick Sheridan holds the door open for EVERYONE. Especially anyone who wants to take over the starting QB position from him.
So obvious and laborious a "joke." Robin Williams would be proud.
Well, sorta interesting story I guess.
My parents and sister had flown over from India for my graduation and I was taking them sightseeing around the country. We were in San Francisco and at the Golden Gate bridge taking in the sights, when a group of girls look at me and start yelling Go Blue on seeing the M sweatshirt I was rocking. Turns out it is the women's water polo team there for a game. I end up getting hugs and taking pictures with the entire team in front of the Golden Gate bridge!
We walk away, and my sister goes, "So this is why you walk around in that stupid sweatshirt of yours all the bloody time." Have to admit, a group of girls have never been more excited to see me. :P
That sucks that girls you don't even know are more excited to see you than any girl you know.
What can I say. I spent all my time in the dude on MGo. Probability of finding non-males in either location --> 0
I work at a certain UM museum which had a huge gala for its reopening and got to give Mary Sue a tour of the museum store. She was probably the nicest customer I've ever had, and was genuinely interested in the stuff I was saying.
Also, being a freshman girl in Markley last year, I met Mike Cox and Kenny Demens... and so did the rest of my hall, even though my roommate and I were the only ones who knew who they were.
Chris Graham bought me a cheap vodka shot for my 21st birthday at the Jug.
My fiance's dad told me this story the other day.
He had a paper route with his cousin in 1969. One of the guys on his was Jim Young(was it Jim, i don't remember his first name for sure) the defensive coordinater under Bo.
anyways, Mr. Young asked him what he wanted for christmas. Being a quick thinker, he responded, how about tickets to the Rose Bowl?(remember that this was the year of the epic upset of OSU)
Mr. Young says, "I'll see what I can do"
A week later, he calls him back and lets him know that he had a couple tickets for him...on the 50 yard line....20 rows up.
So yeah, his paper boy christmas tip was two outstanding tickets for the 69 rosebowl.
I met C Webb at a basketball camp I went to the summer of the olympics when Laettner made the team and he didn't. The Camp of Champs and he came and spoke to us and starting pulling random kids out of the crowd for various competitions. He pulled a buddy of mine to for a best of ten free throw shoot out and lost. My buddy still loves telling the story. Anyway, he signed my jersey and upon arriving home my brother dragged me off to play some three on three with some friends so my bag sat in the laundry room and when my mom gets home she does what moms do and washes the laundry. I can still see the autograph but it is an extremely light pink as opposed to a bright red.
In addition, during the Q&A at the camp someone asked him if he was upset that Laettner made the team instead of him(this is the reason I remember this) and he said no way. He went on to point out the Laettner was now wearing the shoes the Fab5 did(Air Huarache) http://www.kicksguide.com/images/Nike/huarache/huarache_rear2.jpg and had recently pierced his ear and made a bad joke about Laettner trying to be him.
but my dad has had a couple of sports-related happenings. One story he has is that he was on a business trip and he was boarding the plane. He finds his seat and it just so happens to be right next to Bo Schembechler. I guess he and Bo talked for the whole plane ride and my dad got a signature at the end to bring home. I believe he gave it to my brother (Son of A Bitch!) and it's framed in my bro's room.
My dad also met Bo Jackson one time a while back. Bo was retired at this point, I think, and I guess Bo was kind of a dick. My dad said that Bo went to this bar every night and just sat and drank all night then left. He got kind of annoyed by people that bugged him, but my dad said "hey."
EDIT: For me personally, I haven't had too much. I did go to the Rose Bowl game against Texas a few years ago, and while I was there me and my brother met Chad Henne's younger brother. We sat in a hot tub with him for a good hour to find out that Chad and Braylon Edwards were just at the hotel and in the hot tub 10 minutes before we got there. I was kind of pissed, but it was cool to hang out with Henne's brother and play some catch in the pool.
Non-Michigan related, on a plane ride back from that same Rose Bowl, I got to sit in first class because two of my dad's tickets got bumped up and he was letting me sit with him. We sat right across the aisle from some football players and they told us they were from Maryland. They were some big dudes all with dread locks. Pretty cool dudes, as I recall.
I've actually had the pleasure or displeasure (depending on who it was) of spending some quality time during sit downs with some of our infamous players. Oh my... Some of my favorite moments:
- Mario and Mallet were the biggest D!cks ever. They never got along which actually surprised me considering the love for the special plant. I happened to be lucky that year and have some special goodies from California and had met both of them through mutual friends. I will never forget 30 minutes after THE HORROR my phone rang 10 times in a row... I couldn't even believe he was already out of the locker room. I definitely did not pick up that time especially cause he was rolling around with Johnny Sears who had such a joke of game. He wasn't even that fun to be around cause he wouldn't talk, just sit and smoke. Mallet would at least come over, hit the bong, hang out and talk even though it was always about himself. He was always nice to me though, but I'm pretty sure I know why that is...
- On a side note, I had a buddy who had eaten some magic mushrooms at his apartment and at some point Mario showed up to see if he could get some herbals off him. My buddy said that Mario turned into a monster and made him crawl into a closet for the rest of the night. That does not sound fun.
- Johnny Sears and Mario M. both failed the same drug test. Johnny got kicked off the team and Mario got suspended for Eastern. Those of you who think that Lloyd ran a crystal clean program have it wrong... Lloyd did many things off the record to keep certain players on the team aka Mario M.
- Off of the pot topic, some of the nicest guys I have ever met/hung out with are Massey, Henne, B. Graham, W. Johnson, K.C Lopota, and B. Minor. None of them treated you as you were insignificant and they actually cared what you had to say. Good guys and wish them the most success.
- The one time I ever spent time with Hart, we were at skeeps and I offered to buy him a shot. He said " I only drink Patron so you can buy me that." I bought him the shot, but def a prick thing to say.
- My favorite Lloyd moment was when I was driving in the burns park neighborhood and saw him running so I pulled over and said hi. He stopped and talked to my for 5 minutes with the biggest smile ever. That is one good man...
- The ESPN highlight of the 06 Ohio State (1v2) actually had a 3 second interval of me holding a sign right in row 1 before kickoff that read "Always remember Bo the Champion". Awesome. Man I wish we would have won that game.
I've got more stories and will break them out at the right time!
quite the line of stories you have there. I would probably assume that Hart is a little bit of a prick, but probably still a nice guy from what I have seen. The Manningham thing doesn't surprise me at all. I've always wanted to meet Carr, though. He seems like a real good guy and I'm glad we have been able to have him associated with our University.
I was sitting ring side at an outdoor boxing event down in Miami three years back and Glen Rice sits down next to me. We get to talk for the remainder of the card and everyone that came up to him(he played for the Miami Heat for years if you don't recall) he would respond with 'Go Blue'. Best part was there was this guy a few feet away with a hideous tOSU jacket on.
I went down to Illinois for our game in 1994 with some friends. We hit up an IHOP for some pre-game pancakes and Bo and his wife came in behind us. We all shook hands with him and then insisted that they take the next available table ahead of us. Small encounter, but still really cool.
Justin Boren hit me with his snow plow during the WQ/SQ snowball fight.
I haven't met anyone outside media day yet, it always seems that everyone in my family meets someone except me. My dad met Shaq at the magic kingdom while i was at epcot, my parents met lloyd twice at the art fair, and my uncle, aunt, and cousin were at the same hotel in montana as Tom Brady and they played catch in the pool!
But in 04 i think, I had a broken arm when i went to media day, and i got steve breastons autograph, he asked what happened, i told him, and he said "i broke my thumb 3 times when i was little." Yeah. not that great. I'm still waiting for something cool.
edit: and Tom Brady was not a dick
I was doing my work-study in an admin office for the Division of Kinesiology. One of the advisers - I think his name was Brad or something close to it - was supposedly popular with a lot of the athletes, and one day I was talking to him (about what, I don't remember...this is 17 years ago) and we were suddenly interrupted by a group of extremely tall men, all of whom were dropping in to see him. Being 5'4'', I had to drop my head back (kind of like the Peanuts gang when they sing "Hark the Herald Angels Sing" in "A Charlie Brown Christmas") just to see who they were. I was surrounded by Ray Jackson, Jalen Rose, and Juwan Howard. They were pretty friendly, considering how famous they already were. I'll never forget it.
These are two stories I've heard from people first hand:
1. Jimmy King showed up to play in the Muskegon Heights Summer League and was noticably under the influence. No one was really sure what was influencing him, but everyone was aware that he wasn't himself. At one point he caught the ball on the wing and jabbed with his right foot over 20 times while everyone just stared at him. Later, he threw a pass to someone in the stands. With like 30 seconds left in the game, with the game out of reach, someone was shooting free throws and at the other end of the floor Jimmy was running around shooting jumpers...with no ball!
2. One night a bunch of guys were sitting around an apartment drinking and playing video games near the UofM campus. After 2 AM, the door to the apartment opens and in walks a very drunk man, who walks straight to a couch. One of the guys originally in the apartment says to the visitor "Hey, aren't you Brian Griese?" To which the visitor replied "Yes, hand me a controller." The guys had never met Griese. After hanging out for a little, Griese asked them if they wanted to get pizza. Before they could answer he pulled out a credit card that read "Bob Griese" on it and he said "My Dad's rich.".......The guy who was there told me that Griese was real cool and hung out with them for a real long time before going home real earlier in the morning.
I have met Coach Beilein and around campus and saw Desmond at the Titletown filming last year.
I have actually seen Beilein twice: first time I was picking up my paycheck from Weidenbach (I work for the Athletic Dept) and he was walking through the lobby as I walked in. He said how's it going to me. At first, I didn't even realize that it was him. I had to do a double take. The second time I saw Beilein was during the past spring semester. I went up to A2 for a day to take care of some things for classes and to visit a friend. We were walking to my friend's apartment after coming out of Angell. On the Diag, I saw Beilein walking towards me with what looked like a recruit and his family. He once again said hello to me and this time I responded with Hey Coach.
Desmond was really cool at the Titletown filming. Before everything started, he met with the small group of the band that attended. Afterwards, Desmond stuck around to sign autographs and talk to fans. I didn't have anything for him to sign so I ran into the Grad to get a piece of paper. I kind of snuck my way up to the front of the group of people around Desmond. I got up to him and asked him to sign my slip of paper as a reporter from the Daily? asked him if it was a hard decision to come back to Ann Arbor the filming. Of course, he says that there was no doubt that he wanted to do that and that he loved the fans.
I was studying for the Bar Exam and signed up for a Prep Course for the Multi State portions, called PMBR. The Course was offered over a three day period, in most college towns. I went to the ONE PLACE to study for the bar where I knew I would not get distracted and want to go into the city to hang out....I CHOSE COLUMBUS, OHIO.
I went out for Dinner wearing a UM Sweatshirt. I was staying at the Holiday Inn, right off High Street in Columbus. I was two days into studying and went out to get some fast food. While walking out of the parking lot a White Cadillac with Michigan Plates pulled up to me. An older distinguished man, who I recognized instantly rolled down the driver side window.
The man stated, "Young Man, you must be pretty brave wearing that Sweatshirt around here."
I stated simply, " I Bleed Blue, Mr. Schembechler.' He smiled, said "Go Blue."
I love this story.
This thread makes me cry, because I've never met any U-M players
Not that I'm doubting you guys, but it seems odd to me that everyone and their cat has met Bo Schembechler.
It was one of many times.....I met him previously in Kalamazoo, he was riding shotgun with Elvis in a Pink Cadillac, at a Burger King Drive Thru.
This is a blog that attracts ultra-hardcore fans. It's not that surprising, IMO, that a lot of us would have met Bo in the 38 years that he was part of the U-M football community. (I've met him myself, at a book signing.)
1. On my first ever trip to Ann Arbor as a little kid I stayed at the campus inn, the same hotel the team stays at the night before the game. Saturday morning I'm in the lobby and the whole team is there eating breakfast. I go up to my room for the final time and as the elevator door is about to close Lloyd Carr walks in. I was awe-struck and could barely manage a "Good Luck Coach!".
2. My friend was playing beer pong with Tate last year and a couple of girls come up to Tate and ask him for his number. Tate is about to give the girls his number, but my friend tells Tate to make them earn it. My friend and Tate then spend the next 10 minutes or so making the girls do stuff before Tate gives them his number. (I wasn't there so I don't know the exact details)
3. After we beat Duke last year I rushed the court and was chanting "it's great to be a Michigan Wolverine" next to Will Campbell. I asked him if he was gonna commit to Michigan and he said yeah. This prompted me to make a mgoboard topic telling people not to worry about Will Campbell.
4. One of my friends from hs was visiting last year and I took him to my philosophy lecture. I told him beforehand that Stu Douglass was also in the class. When class starts my friend keeps asking me very loudly where Stu is sitting. I write in my notebook "SHUT THE FUCK UP HE'S SITTING RIGHT NEXT TO YOU!!!" and pass it to my friend.
William Peterson was in my Great Books class (the non-Honors variety). That alone was kind of surreal, but what was particularly odd was that the weekend before the first day of class (it was winter term), he'd just gotten in the huge frat brawl that got himself, Jason Brooks and Ray Jackson booted off the team. The front-page article in the Daily that morning was on the brawl. Peterson walks in a minute or two late, and the guy sitting behind me blurted, "That's the guy who got in the fight!" William heard it and shot us the iciest glare you can imagine. It scared the shit out of me.
(BTW, he was actually a good student.)
I haven't really met too many athletes. I had Physics 140 (in the spring) with Graham Brown and was in his group in the lecture. He was a bit slow but pretty hard working and overall very nice.
I also once ran into a drunk Steve Breaston at Bell's Pizza. It was Halloween weekend and my friend and I were completely obliterated and proceeded to tell him to "not score or do anything against the next team, and to save it for OSU". He was actually pretty nice though and didn't tell us to shut the fuck up like he probably should have. We felt like idiots the next day.
And lastly, I used to see Alan Branch at Skeeps on a pretty regular basis. He stuck out like a sore thumb because he as so massive but he was actually a really nice guy. He always danced with the slightly plus sized girls though - I never really understood why...
A week before my first semester as a freshman in UM, I was staying in the Sheraton with my family near Briarwood mall. We were waiting for the elevator when all of a sudden a bunch of really tall, really big guys surrounded us and waited for the elevator too. I'm from Kuwait and knew next to nothing about football at the time, so they pretty much freaked me out and I thought they were gonna rob us or something. They were all shouting, laughing, and having a good time. When the elevator opened, only two of them walked in and made way for my family to step in too, while the rest of the team waited outside. Fine, young men we root for.
As a Christmas present two years ago I got front row seats to a home basketball game vs UCLA. We were winning at half time, so we were pretty excited as we got up to go buy some pop. As we were waiting to go up the stairs, I heard someone say "hello" right next to me. I turned, and was extremely surprised to see Lloyd standing next to me. He talked to us for a second, and then we got a picture with him(as seen in avatar). I don't remember what we talked about, but I rememberhim being really friendly.
After we got back to our seats we noticed Mike Hart sitting a few rows behind Lloyd. We tried to say hello after the game, but someone called for him and he got up and walked down the tunnel.
-Eating candy and playing football all afternoon at a Victors Club luncheon before the 1996 hockey season with John Madden and Blake Sloan. Two really, really nice guys.
-Hanging out on the field at Michigan Stadium with Nick Lachey and Bo when they were filming a GameDay segment, Labor Day ?2005? One of the weirdest experiences of my life, but both of them were really cool about the whole thing. Bo was downright hilarious, cracking jokes the whole time. I'd met him a bunch of times before that, but never in a situation where we had time to just kind of shoot the breeze. Nick Lachey is really, really short.
-1997 Michigan Football Bust. My buddy and I were sitting at our table during dinner, both of us really excited to be there and wanting autographs. We notice Brian Griese goes to the bathroom, and us being shameless 11 year old kids, decide this would be a great time to try to get his autograph. So we both grab our posters or whatever we had with us, and went and waited outside the bathroom. He was really gracious about the whole thing, and even made a joke about it in his M Ring speech a half hour later.
Later on that evening, I got an autograph from a quiet-looking redshirt freshman who assured me I didn't really want his autograph because he didn't play that season. I got it anyway. 11 years later, he has a handful of Super Bowl rings and is married to a model. Go figure.
-I took a class my junior year that was chock full of athletes. 3 of the starting 5 basketball players, most of the softball team, the entire starting defensive secondary, and a bunch of offensive skill players. Leon Hall was in my discussion section. Anyways, I'm sitting in class one day reading MGoBlog on my laptop. Some posting with a picture of Mike Hart. All of the sudden a guy comes in late and sits next to me. I look over, and it's Mike Hart. I said hi and closed that window as fast as I could.
-I was in the hockey band in school. On NCAA trips we usually stayed in the same hotel as the team. I got to hang out with Jack Johnson's family in North Dakota in 2006, played mini-hockey and arcade games all day before the game with his little brother. His parents are incredibly nice people. We sat around the lobby in Denver in 2007 and watched him and his dad come in and out of the computer center negotiating his NHL contract, too.
After the Frozen Four loss to Notre Dame in 2008, I was in the elevator with Aaron Palushaj and Max Pacioretty and a couple band kids. We're chatting a little bit, (Aaron asked us why we "weren't out boozin'" after a game like that) and this woman gets on the elevator. She notices they're wearing their Michigan warmup suits and asks them how the game went.
Aaron: We blew it.
Woman: Oh, that's too bad. Well, there's always the game tomorrow.
Aaron: There is no game tomorrow.
Woman: Oh... um... (silence)
Pretty damn awkward to say the least.
Last year I lost my roommate after one semester and ended up getting Anthony LaLota as a replacement. I set up all my stuff in my room and come back later that night to find him chilling with Tate Forcier and Will Campbell on my couch. I guess both had been told they were going to room with one another before getting to school, and while they were not, Tate refused to go live in his own room and instead lived on my couch for the next week. He was kind of a d bag. He would stay on the phone until 2 in the morning and play video games instead of going out with the rest of the guys on Friday nights. I ended up giving him the room and moving two doors down into Vincent Smith's old room, and got 4 field passes to the game of my choice for my troubles.
Awesome, Tate sounds so cool.
As a student, I worked at a small restaurant that gave discounts to athletes. A bunch of then-current and former players came in. Victor Hobson, David Terrell, Bernard Robinson Jr, and Jim Abbott, are a few I remember. Also, Mike Gittleson used to order the tuna sub quite a bit. So the "Gittleson diet" isn't just pizza...
I have a bunch of pretty good stories (and one pretty bad one) since I've met with many of the Michigan football legends of the last five decades due to my work with the Maloy Scholarship Auction (see my sig below for further details). That said, my most interesting encounter happened when I was a senior in high school. I had been admitted to Michigan and I was walking around New York City with my father and wearing a Michigan t-shirt when an older African-American gentlemen crossed the street and said he liked my t-shirt and asked me if I was a student. I told him I was enrolling in the fall. In this deep deep distinguished voice that I couldn't quite pinpoint he said "the University of Michigan is the greatest institution of higher learning on this earth. You've been earned an opportunity hundreds of thousands of your peers would kill for. Make the most of it and do the University, and yourself proud. I was told the same thing over forty years ago when I was a freshman and no words were ever more true. Go Blue!"
I knew I recognized the voice but couldn't place it until he walked away and my father told me that I had just been addressed by James Earl Jones.
I am more envious of this story than any other. You met darth vader as well as one of the greatest method actors of all time. Outstanding.