Marvin

November 15th, 2019 at 9:57 PM ^

Once when I was at Rick's I urinated next to Steve Everitt. This would not be noteworthy per se, but the way we got to the toilets was different (Ricks had two exposed toilets, iirc, and one urinal. Or maybe it was a urinal and a toilet. All I know is Steve used the toilet). While I waited patiently in what was a fairly long line, Steve just walked past everyone, whipped out his member, and started peeing in the toilet. Of course everyone knew who he was and no one challenged him even a little bit. He just pushed past the line and started to pee. The guy next to me wasn't even all the way done but he quickly zipped up and got out of there. 

Steve Everett was a great football player, and when I watched him play center I realized for the first time how important it was to have mean fuckers on your offensive line. -- guys who were not only enormous gifted athletes, but who also played the game with hate in their veins. 

 

 

Joined: 08/17/2010

MGoPoints: 4214

tspoon

November 16th, 2019 at 8:26 AM ^

My Everitt story was from a house party sometime around ‘92. Steve was pretty smashed, and standing next to me he suddenly started to just involuntarily lean over on me. At >300 lbs, he was almost twice the weight of my (then) skinny ass. I literally had no way to get such a huge human off of me.

As I started to crumple under him, Steve Morrison (future captain), who was thankfully just slightly less wasted, came to the rescue and just held him up so I could get out and not snap in two.  It hurt for days ... and while I thought I knew just how rough playing with these guys must be, just then I had a new appreciation for it.

Fun Everitt fact: when he was profiled in The Daily in his senior year (there weren’t a ton of feature articles written about O-linemen, but he was known far and wide across campus throughout his playing days to be a very colorful character), he revealed that one of his pastimes walking through campus was kicking squirrels. Imagine that: the athleticism required for a 300lb man to chase down squirrels and be quick enough to kick them. Plus, the aforementioned meanness. I’m very glad for Coach Warriner’s positive impact over the last few years, but man our OL used to be really something.

Joined: 07/30/2008

MGoPoints: 3814

Boner Stabone

November 15th, 2019 at 10:33 PM ^

My Steve Everitt story.  

1991 Purdue game.  Steve was out with an injury (broken jaw if I remember right). My step dad and I would always watch the players arrive off the bus a few hours before the game.  Before the players arrive, Steve walks up by himself out of nowhere to enter the outside tunnel entrance in shorts and a tee shirt to go enter the locker room.  The weather that day was comparable to the weather today. Cloudy 30 degrees out.  My step dad and I look at each other and just start giggling out of respect on how tough Steve was. Dude was tough as nails as a player and still looks tough as nails.

Joined: 01/06/2015

MGoPoints: 24051

Qmatic

November 15th, 2019 at 10:34 PM ^

Steve has to be the least talked about absolute Michigan legend.

I remember reading that he didn’t spend like any of his money when he was in the NFL and now just lives on the beach and sips and puffs all day long. What a life!

Joined: 01/09/2013

MGoPoints: 32780

bokee88

November 15th, 2019 at 10:44 PM ^

At the suggestion of my thoughtful Mgowife, I sent him a dozen Insomnia Cookies. Hopefully he isn’t going gluten free or anything. There’s no way a real life viking is gluten intolerant, right?

Joined: 12/01/2009

MGoPoints: 1490