Ouch! You'd better watch where you're going...
(thanks - I'll be here all week!)
Ouch! You'd better watch where you're going...
(thanks - I'll be here all week!)
I sense some negativity coming your way, but I give you street cred for hangin' your balls out there.
As VA says below - as long as it wasnt the right shoulder...
I stand corrected. Well done, kind sir.
is the job worth it now?
where were you eating? did he order the eggs?
We were at Mark's Midtown on S. State. That place wins.
I'm surprised I didn't read about this collision in the injury report.
That's actually pretty funny. I assume you didn't go to OSU and are just a fan.
it's the Redneck Rocker.
P.S. What's the 0 stand for in your picture, Pryor's completion percentage?
No, it stands for the amount of big games he's won.
what color sling was he wearing?
No sling, just a crisp new Michigan Adidas hat cocked slightly to the left. Does that make him a Blood or a Crip? I always get those mixed up.
That makes him a Blip.
Didnt the crips and bloods become friends with the YMCA lockin
+1 for your South Park reference!
i think that actually makes him fernando rodney
I used to see Lavell Blanchard at the Union all the time. That kid always had people around him and always had a smile on his face.
I had a class with Eric Brackins and talked to him quite a bit. He was very quiet and down to Earth. I talked to him a little before NFL draft time and I asked him if any teams were giving him a look (as a free agent, obviously), and he said the Bears had been in contact with him. Obviously that never came to fruition.
I also always sat near Pierre Woods and Tony Pape (in separate classes), but I never really talked to either one except to say what's up. Pierre Woods' neck is larger than his head. It was rather impressive.
LaVell Blanchard is one of the my favorite Michigan basketball players of all time. He deserved so much better than the disaster teams he played on.
The poor guy had the terrible luck to come here when we had Ellerbe. He would have been a really good fit in Beilein's system.
I'd run into those guys often when I was an undergrad (2000-2004). God, time flies. Two of the nicest Michigan Men around, though I expect the same is said of every crop of M athlete across the pike. But that's just the tradition of Michigan athletes.
I remember one occasion I ran into B-Rob and Lavell at Skeeps. I was running up to the bar to get a couple drinks for myself and a date, and sure enough I spot those two. Lavell was graduating, and I asked him what his post-grad plans were. We chatted for probably 20+ minutes about Italy and the pro-league he was getting into, as B-Rob just joshed him and was altogether incredibly cool. B-Rob was probably as Skeeps more often than I would have expected an athlete to be at Skeeps, actually, LOL. Good players and good men.
B-Rob did plead down to assault and battery charges after being charged with sexual assault while he was at Michigan.
So ... I'm glad he was fun to talk to at the bar?
LaVell Blanchard always seemed like a nice guy.
I used to see Courtney Sims around the Union, and it was a struggle to not tell him how much he fucking sucked.
As opposed to all of his teammates who flourished under Amaker's tutelage?
The fact that Sims actually played in a few NBA games last year speaks volumes.
I don't recall his teammates bricking on what should have been a game-tying dunk in the last minute of what could have been the biggest game of the season, and I don't see how you can blame something like that on coaching.
That C Sims has gotten minutes in the NBA speaks volumes about the lack of player development under Amaker.
He played a couple years in the NBDL, then made the league. It's pathetic that he regressed under Amaker, not unlike Daniel Horton, Dion Harris, etc.
True or not that comment was hilarious. Lighten up guys.
Eric Brackins? no thanks.
Tim Bracken? yes plx.
didn't bump into his right shoulder. You did the right thing by not acting like a groupie.
I had Martin Sheen walk right by me at Dulles airport outside of DC five years ago when he was in West Wing. It was just he and I as we were crossing right in front of the terminal. He was heading out and I was heading in to fly to a meeting. As he moved closer I exchanged eye contact with him and said..."Good afternoon Mr. President" and he responded "Good afternoon". We kept walking in seperate directions and that was it. The interaction could not have been better.
It's much less creepy to just photo shop a picture of you two together, and it doesn't even require you to actually run into him.
Learn to use photo shop and you'll have celebrity pictures with anyone you want. You can even put yourself in a man-sandwich between Tom Brady and Tate Forcier.
I've actually had to Photoshop myself OUT of some pictures/videos. I once made a video on a boat with Pamela Anderson. You might have seen it... Anyway, I didn't want to embarrass my family, so I pasted some rock 'n' roll guy's face over mine. I can't think of his name, though.
MS Paint or it didn't happen.
I'm pretty sure only ND qbs like being in man-sandwiches. See Brady Quinn grabbing other dude's junk pictures that float around.
I've been meaning to comment on that photo for a while now. Anyone ever hear know the term "elephant walk?"
Anyways, that's what I think Jimmy is doing in that picture.
Just for those who need a little hint:
Then Rosenberg would have had ammo for an expose on NCAA violations in the form of bacon and eggs.
is in the LSA and told me he has a class with Mathews, Roundtree and the younger Grady among others. He also worked at one of the cafeterias over the summer and served a lot of the incoming freshman (both basketball and football). I remember going to the game in which Perry broke the record for most carries in one game (51) in East Lansing. We waited outside the stadium for a while and met most of the starters: Perry, Navarre, Edwards, etc. It was awesome to see them turn down all the State fans for autographs.
I walked by Tate while I was on a tour of Newsterbaan the week after MSU. We were getting ready to leave as the players were coming in for practice. I didn't say anything because I didn't want to look like a creep-dog. I actually thought he looked shorter than everyone says, but my opinion may be biased though since I'm 6'4".
Lloyd isn't 6'4.
Ah, I knew someone would comment on that. That picture was taken 2 years ago, and I had a large growth spurt in between then and now.
I'm amazed that on the anonymous intranets, everyone seems to be 6'4.
Neg bang for dorky picture of yourself as an avatar.
I'm 6'4'' also and when I saw Tate I thought the same thing that he was shorter. Glad to see I'm not alone.
I agree with you on Tate's height. I'm 6'3" and have passed Tate a bunch of times between classes. From my point of view, there is no way he is 6'1".
I ran into Tate on campus after the Spring Game and at 6'2", I was suprised at how close to my height he was. I wouldn't be surprised if he was 6'1"...
I often pass Tate in the hall and he is without a doubt taller than me.
I'm 5'7". I often pass tate on my way to salsa classes. from my point of view the dude is at least 6'1".
I saw Matthews and Sheridan today at Yost and told Matthews to beat Penn State. He was open to the idea.
i like it
I'm glad the football players go to hockey games; we always do really well in the sense that our athletes support others sports' athletes.
Are you saying these guys are athletic supporters?
...other schools where football players break their fellow athletes' faces. I'll let someone else comment on the punishment the unnamed school/athletic department handed down.
haha was matthews at the game?
Braylon Edwards used to come in to Best Buy and Target when I worked there.
So...did you do him?
About 15 years ago I was bartending at Gratzi, when Bo Schembechler sits down and orders a stinger. Gratzi is owned by Main Street Ventures (read a bunch of suits with money who count said money, dont work in their own establishments, and treat employees poorly) which had some stupid rules, such as all bartenders are required to offer a receipt for drinks. I asked Bo if he wanted a receipt. He replied "for drinks? I don't even admit to drinking."
I moved to Madison about 10 years ago. Around 2002 I was at a local restaurant, waiting at the bar for a friend to get off work. Before I had gone inside I had purchased a pound of coffee beans, which I carried into the bar. Sitting next to me was Barry Alvarez. He was sucking down margaritas like water, and when he would finish one he would tap one of his Rose Bowl ring covered sausage fingers against the glass to let the bartender know he wanted another. The bartender was obviously quite familiar with Barry's system for ordering. At one point Barry turned around and noticed me sitting there. He seemed a little flabbergasted that I had been there for half an hour and didn't seem the least bit interested in him. To show off his genious, he asked me "So, do you like coffee?".
I left the place feeling quite happy that our legendary coach could act classy and witty, even when he was drinking.
I bartended at one of the Ann Arbor hotels for a couple of years after college. The Wisconsin fans always had the worst bar manners of all. Tapping on your glass when you want another is not a very good way to order a drink, but is a pretty good way to piss off your server.
The other thing that the Wisconsin fans did was leave their cash in front of them on the bar, and would either pay for each drink out of the pile, or expect me to take the money out of the pile every time as if I was their personal banker. Then when they left at the end of the night, they would leave a couple of dollars from the pile as a tip, regardless of how many they had.
For as many bars that are in Wisconsin, it seemed that the Badgers never had very good manners when they were in one.
Freshman year I lived on 2nd Adams in west quad. My dorm was second from the end of the hall. The dorm in the end belonged to David Terrell and Todd Howard.
Larry Foote used to be there a lot. After the MSU loss that year (1999) he threw a brick through the window.
One day I was sleeping late and was woken up by Drew Henson knocking on my door, thinking it was their room. That was pretty cool.
DT typed a paper for one of his classes on my computer...it was about komodo dragons.
We actually got him to agree to "coach" our dorm hall IM football team, which basically just meant he came to our games. He bet me 5 bucks I couldn't throw a ball from 20 yards away and hit the upright on the goal post. I nailed it, he never paid.
This may seem creepy and kinda weird but my brother also lived in West Quad his freshman year and I know hung-out with DT every once in a while. Small World!
It seems like there are a lot of Michigan alums on this site.
Did you ever hear any girls screaming from down the hall about who had the bomb-ass dick?
I am not going to lie- that story was the first thing I thought of when I read that he lived down the hall from DT. Apparently that story is widespread and is now urban legend. (And hopefully true).
Through my few years of undergrad I have had a few good run ins.
The mundane: Running into Michael Phelps at a party and being dwarfed by Petway, Sims and Hunter in line at Wendy's in the union.
The greatest: Gabe Watson in his pre-26'' rimmed Hummer days standing next to his Charger yelling, "HEY YO BRANCH!"
I stood behind Jake Long in that Wendy's. He blocked out the counter, the menu, and most of the sun.
Ran into Lloyd at the Dexter Bakery. We were the only two families there. Had nothing to say to him so I didn't.
Don't forget about the apple fritters.
UM Hospital saved my life when I was born premature in 1986; one of the reasons I love the school so much and chose to go there. It's a veritable love affair, and always will be. I owe everything to UM.
Anyway, I have an old Polaroid photograph somewhere of football players visiting me for yet another surgery in the UM Hospital in fall 1998. Tom Brady was among them.
Also, as an undergrad, I had both Moosman and Schilling in a few classes, as well as Turnbull and Miller. At the end of the semester, Turnbull messaged me on Facebook asking for a reminder when the Final Paper was due. :)
+1 for you. Cool stories.
They should put you in a Michigan Difference ad--I'm sure I'd choke up over it like I do the others.
I never really got the value of the hospital visits (I know, I'm a curmudgeon). I figured it was just easy community service for athletes since the hospital was close. But then my friend's baby was hospitalized and I spent some time with her up there. God it gets way monotonous, and I wasn't even there for more than a couple of hours at a stretch--it must be 1,000 times worse when you're there for days.
Anyhoo, one of the teams came down the hall, popping into rooms, might have been volleyball or something. It was awesome. They had loads of energy and were so upbeat and obviously comfortable with the environment, really good at making the kids feel like stars. The glow lasted all evening. Now I get it; it's great that the athletes make those visits.
Navarre and several other big teammates bowled near us at Belmark Lanes one night. It was very distracting, but I stink at bowling anyway so I can't blame them for my score.
I almost hit Lloyd with my bike in '02. He came around the corner in the area of Mojo (He used to go for walks around the Hill area), and I was riding my bike back from class. I bailed out to avoid him.
In summer of '03, I was playing golf on the UM course when my playing partner hit an errant tee shot. It came within inches of a guy on the adjacent hole. It turned out to be John Navarre.
Later in '03 (I think) I was at a party at PIKE, when I was shoved and almost knocked a guy down a flight of stairs. It was Braylon Edwards
Some people think they might be curses. I KNOW I'm a curse; when I get too close to members of the team, I come dangerously close to causing injury.
At least Braylon didn't punch you.
Thanks for not blindsiding integral parts of great Michigan teams.
Ben Cronin goes to my church. He is a really nice guy. Also, he was 6'4" at twelve years old. True story.
but Todd Collins was in my economics class. Was it ECON 201? Whatever the first level econ class was. Anyway I didn't know who he was and assumed he was a linebacker, he's a big dude (I'm only 5 ft 6). I remember checking the roster later that year and was surprised to find out he was a QB.
I also recall walking past Tyrone Wheatley in the Union and overhearing him talking to a friend, lamenting about his shoulder which was so messed up at the time it would "pop out of joint" if all he did was lie down to sleep. Yikes.
Ricky Leach comes through my gate at the stadium, so does Brandstatter.
I date myself once or twice a day. More if I'm near a computer.
Hey, at least it's sex with someone you love.
Hmmm, let's see...
I was in freshman English with Mike Massey, we talked a few times, and though he dropped the class, we would stop and chat whenever we ran into each other on campus throughout the four years we were both there...nice guy...
I had a class with Brent Petway, seemed nice, but dumb as a rock...had a class with Chad Henne, only time I saw him there was for the final exam...
I drank with Jake Long, Mike Hart and Will Johnson at the Heidelberg during the '07-'08 winter...
One of my favorite encounters though, was coming out of the Gandy Dancer this past summer...Jim Brandstatter, Cathy Schembechler and Robbie Timmons (ABC Detroit anchor) were on their way in, and they stopped to talk to me, congratulating me on my recent graduation...really nice people!
I had a freshman history class that didn't seem to have many students. Midterm exam came around and 6 football players showed up for the test. Disappeared again until final exam.
Jake Long graduated before I got here, but I have heard many a tale of his beer-pitcher-draining prowess.
I played IM hockey with a backup punter. Great guy and great athlete. He wore a long-haired wig all most of the season until he got booted for the playoffs on a bogus call. Best part is that he took the wig off, changed jerseys and played in the championship game. We won. He started the next year, probably no more time for IM sports.
I had a class with Dan LeFevour. I sat one seat behind him for a semester. That's about as close as I've ever been to a good football player.
I thought this was a Michigan blog. Actually Lefevour is a great player. Can't wait to see how he does in the NFL.
and Rick Willis (UM hockey team) occupied the dorm room next to mine in West Quad, Adams house, 1991-1992.
I lived in West Quad freshman year (04) and Mike Hart lived on my floor. The first time I saw him I remember thinking there is no way this guy who comes up to my chest is a Big Ten running back. Guess first impressions don't always work out.
Also, I had a class with Bo. He audited the first undergrad public policy class that I was in. I came in late one day and sat down quickly without realizing Bo was next to me. He made a crack about my being late, then I made a point to pay attention as best I could next to the legend.
I met Mark Messner at a party. At the time I worked with his girlfriend.
A former coworker of mine had the best story (from my POV). She had a class with Tom Brady. She also waited tables at Cottage Inn. One time she sees him in there, goes over to say hello, and asks, "What are you doing here with the football team?" LOL.
I was taking a leak in CCRB before class and Denard used the urinal next to me. I didn't really know what to do.
Call him out for breaking the buffer urinal rule.
I was told to think of a river and to breathe deeply.
That's really quite the dilemma. Get overly excited and go to say something to him, you may forget the circumstances and piss all over Shoelace. Let the opportunity pass and you may never get it again.
I assume you did nothing? Probably the safe bet. I think I might have gone "Denard, when you're pissing, can you often tell that people are struggling with whether or not to say something to you?"
Yeah I just finished and went on my way. It was made far more awkward because there are only two urinals, and they are about 6 inches apart.. He was at the small one... I'm not sure what that says about how tall he is
Tell your grandkids you were once faster than Shoelace.
I worked at the alumni association my junior year and a few times ended up having to go deliver footballs to be signed by Coach Carr (which would then be raffled off at alumni events around the country) and then pick them up a few days later. Needless to say they were almost never ready when I returned (turns out the head coach at Michigan has bigger things on his plate). The people at the door (usually just another student with a power trip in charge of buzzing people in) always acted like I was trying to sneak into Fort Knox but Coach Carr was always a great sport about it (when I finally got up to his office). If he was in the office he would sign whatever balls were left and was always super polite and funny. I remember wishing him "good luck on Saturday" before a game (can't remember who they were playing but it was some level of cupcake) and he responded with, "Son, if we need luck this week I'm gonna be in a lot of trouble." Pretty cool guy.
Saw Woodson in Fishbones in January of '98 during the auto show. Got his autograph one of the car brochures, but whatever material it was didn't let the ink soak in and you can hardly see it anymore.
Also, my best friend from high school lived down the hall from Kelly Baraka and Kyle Ealey in '01. Talk about unmet potential. Too bad.
Fun thread. I stood behind Henson in line to get my Mcard when we were both freshmen. He was wearing a long leather jacket and looked absolutely massive. I'm 6'0" and I could have used that leather jacket as a comforter. That was when Henson-hype was at its pinnacle. Too bad it didn't work out for him. Little did I know at the time that saying I went to school with Tom Brady would be the much, much cooler point ten years later.
After a game in 2000 my freshman year, I went to dinner with my parents at Gratzi and still had my 7 jersey on (classy, I know ... at least it was before I had it customized to become the Old No. 7 jersey).
While we're sitting there, Henson and his whole family are seated right behind me. I felt like a big tool wearing his jersey, since it was at that moment it really hit me that he was just a damn college kid too.
I think this is why throwbacks are ideal. If you ever run into the person whose jersey you are wearing, at least he'll be considerably older than you, and will likely have attained 'legend' status, and you won't feel so weird.
Shared a class with Donovan Warren and Darryl Stonum. Donovan played on his phone while Darryl took furious notes.
I can't recall meeting any players during their careers, but I did meet Stan Edwards just yesterday.
I have a class with Vogrich, McLimans, and Akunne now. Vogrich takes crazy notes, McLimans is always looking back at Vogrich and smiling, and Akunne is always squinting and shooting Vogrich death stares. It's entertaining.
One time last year Tay Odoms was playing HORSE with a kid on the basketball court outside of SQuad. I had a football with me and threw him a pass. He caught it and threw a beautiful spiral back. At the same time Brandin Hawthorne was playing basketball with some non-football players, and he was absolutely ABUSING them. He was like, laying these poor scrappy white kids (MAYBE IT WAS KOVACS!) out on the court. It was hilarious to watch.
Also, at the SQuad / W Quad snowball fight last year, Kenny Demens laid some girl out, who got up claiming to be bleeding. It was ridiculous. I chatted up Barkevious Mingo, Travante Stallworth, and Marcus Hall. I obviously struck out.
MGoAndy I hope your a girl or if not I'm glad you struck out.
Once you have Michael Shaw ask you where all the hoes are at, you never really feel the same.
Odd story as it was.
My first week of school (I think) the School of Public Policy was christened in the M-tastic splendor of Gerald Ford. Rather splendid indeed, it was a true event, obviously, with a former POTUS on campus.
Enter me, an 18 year old pissant on my way back from Central Campus to Couzens Hall. My route took me through the Diag, past Rackham via the League, and I believe through Mendelsohn. Not so important. The interesting part was fighting through the dense crowd gathered by the fountain in front of the Bell Tower.
DENSE. Now, I'm a NYer, and I fight through crowds on the daily. I'm used to fighting through crowds on the daily. Maybe I was a little too headstrong. Because, I end up pushing my way through, with 'pedestrian rage' fueling my surge (NYers know what I'm talking about), straight into Kissinger's back. I reach out, "pardon me..." (I didn't realize I had just shoved Henry Kissinger).
Retorting in a deep, Schwarzeneggerian voice (he really kind of sounds like Arnold), Kiss replies 'on your way, young man...'
I immediately recognize the situation (the future Pol.Sci. major that I was), and exclaim something along the lines of, "Holy Christ! My first week on campus, and I'm conferring with a former Secretary of State! Suck it Harvard!"
Probably not exactly what I said, but Kiss recognized my froshness, thought I was witty, and next thing I know, I'm being photographed with Hank and Gerry...I think for the Daily, but it may have been an AA paper or the FREEP. I never saw the picture.
Shook a former POTUS' hand in my first week at school. THat's why I mean it whenever I say 'It's great to be a Michigan Wolverine.'
Jim Harbaugh was in both of the two history classes I took as electives. The were one or two other players as well (receivers I think, but the names aren't coming to me). They sat in a group in the back (where I usually sit as well), and didn't interract much with the other students beyond the usual good luck / go get them type stuff.
(When Jim was talking to the press about how Michigan has a history of steering players to general studies, he mentioned he had wanted to be a history major.)
Corncobb: as long as you didn't hit Tate in the shoulder or on the head, and didn't squeee his hand, I think you did fine.
I played hockey for two years when I was like 11-12 with Matt Hunwick. He was one of those kids that you knew even then was going to have a shot at the NHL.
I had a freshman philosophy class with Lamarr Woodley. He was goofy as hell but nice and not completely retarded.
My buddy played pick-up ball with JT Floyd at CCRB, and that kid was sloooooooooow. Seriously, I couldn't believe it, he had no game-burning speed in a full-court game.
I had a seminar with Dhani Jones. Awesome guy. He participated quite a bit in class. The funny thing was that in the Residential College (which I was enrolled in at the time), most of the other students had no idea he was a football player.
Most people in the RC don't know what football, basketball, or showers are. No offense, but the worst smelling people I know on campus are the hippies from RC.
I transferred to regular LSA as a sophomore anyway. The RC was okay, but felt a little too much like high school.
my sophomore year, me and some friends lived in a house on State street, across from Schembechler Hall. on football saturdays, we used to sell parking at our house, and our best customers were Dhani Jones's parents (great people, by the way). after one game, Dhani came back with his parents. one of our roommates, who hadn't gone to the game, was the only one at the house and Dhani jokingly scolded him for charging his parents for parking.
From what I know of Dhani Jones, I assumed he had great parents; now I have confirmation.
And during a West Quad vs. South Quad snowball fight, the East Quad all came over and reinforced West. I think I may have hit Dhani with a snowball, but he lowered his shoulder into the guy next to me and pushed him into a snowbank. Good times.
Never had a class with him myself, but knew folks who did. Always heard he was vocal in class, had good ideas, and was a good writer. (This from somebody who's read athlete papers before - ouch) Doesn't he have some kind of travel show now?
I caught a few episodes. The one in Switzerland he was trying Schwingen, their form of wrestling, where contestants wear these belted shorts which you must hold onto.
Dhani - "He grabbed his balls?"
Ruski - "I destroyed his physicality!"
Walked by Tyrone Wheatley as a freshman. Shorter than me, but HUGE! He was like two people thick.
A couple guys from the 1995-96 basketball team tossed the football with us one day in the West Quad courtyard. Albert White called me "Green Linguini" (LP was our favorite)
Heard Biakabutuka say "Lick my balls" once. True story.
Was also mistaken for an athlete a couple times. Once at the IM building as a basketball player (I happened to follow the team in), and once as a hockey player in the West Quad cafeteria when the check-in lady asked me to autograph her jersey (we had just won the Nat Champ, and no, I didn't sign it).
I am from Nova Scotia Canada but grew up with a lesser known player in the NHL. We played hockey together our whole lives and he was just a great guy. He is currently an inforcer for the Sharks (Jody Shelley) but was really a great skill player growing up.
He was 6'3 when he was 13 so he towered over most of the other players. We were always on the same team so never went up against eachother much but as two of the best players we always had a bit of a friendly rivalry going.
A bunch of us rented the ice for a night and the week leading up to the event there was a lot of friendly trash talking going on. One of my best friends (who was always a little jealous of me growing up) pulled Jody aside and told him to get me during the game (in a friendly, funny sort of way).
Right off the faceoff the puck went back into our end and into the corner. I was playing D because in games that don't mean anything I always liked to try positions I didn't usually play.
I was the first to the puck and shot it around the end boards. I was about 10 feet from the boards and turned to skate out of our end and as I did I met Jody's right shoulder. I had a half visor on and his shoulder caught my jaw. I literally flew the entire 10 feet in the air to the boards and landed like a pile of crap on the ice.
I got right up and finished my shift but the bells didn't stop ringing the entire night. I am pretty sure I was mildly concussed but nothing serious.
My friend (the one who called out the hit on me) was laughing his ass off when we got off the ice and told me how he got Jody to do that. It didn't matter much because in the end I got a hat trick (after promptly moving off D after that hit) and we won 4-3, and got a pretty nice open ice hit on Shelley before the game was over to pay him back.
Jody is a great guy and returns to our home town every year to put on a charity golf event for our local hospital. We are still good friends and I hope he keeps his spot in the NHL for years to come (though enforcers are getting less popular these days).
I wished Bruce Gradkowski good luck in the Student Union at Toledo before Toledo's pro day.
Little did I know he wasn't working out at that Pro day.
I crossed paths with Woodson outside West Quad as a Freshman in '96, but it all went downhill from there.
Lived across the hall and was friendly with Demetrius Smith (who roomed with Ray Jackson) in West Quad: both kicked off the team.
Frequently ran into William Peterson (now Will James of the Lions), who spent a lot of time with Smith and Jackson and lived in the basement level in West Quad (pretty sure this is where the infamous stripper robbery occurred): kicked off the team.
Had Bio-Anthro (everyone deserves to take an easy class now and then) with DeWayne Patmon and Patrick McNall: underachieved and transferred, respectively, IIRC.
Needless to say, I don't plan on showing up for too many Victors Walks.
Haven't heard about that one. Do tell.
I'm sorry, but I've gone to the victors walk twice and Tate has been within a few feet of me, and I am 6'1 on the dot and he is shorter than me for sure. Not a ton, but he isn't 6'1
I was in my sister's room in South Quad in 1992 (I as a junior in high school visiting for the weekend). This massive dude walks past the open door rocking nothing but his damn bath towel. Despite my unblemished record of staunch heterosexuality, I had to stick my head out the door for another look. It was Tyrone Wheatley.
I'm six foot three and I think Tate is six foot awesome.
I almost ran into Tate this past summer... with my car. I was approaching State St. (from Hill) and did not notice right away that the light had turned red. He crossed in front of me before I came to a complete stop and I smiled and gave him a thumbs-up... he gave me a much deserved "you are an idiot" look.
I was hanging out in Novi for a birthday party back in 2005 and the chosen venue was Tequila Rain (now called MBarGo.) Upon entering, being a guy, I had to wait for the typical douche bouncer to check my ID. But this time it wasn't a douche, it was Chad Henne! He was working there as the ID guy on a Friday or Saturday night. I know that it was after the 27-25 comeback Penn State game because I remarked to him how awesome it was. Looking back at the 2005 schedule, it must've been November 5th as that was an idle week. I remember him being very gracious and quiet. I had my girlfriend stand next to him, as I snapped a cell phone photo, who also said to me "who's that?" She also quickly spoke to him, but agreed that he was pretty quiet. There was another guy working with him who jokingly said "I'm Jeremy Shockey" to spark the interest of my girlfriend, although, much to his dismay, she didn't know who that was either. I spoke to this guy, and I'm not sure if he was a player or just some guy as I didn't recognize him, and he told me that Rueben Riley was also working as a bouncer upstairs. A shook Henne's hand and gave him a shoulder pat with a "good luck the rest of the season" and that was that.
He came to my high school for a summer camp. I was in the 9th grade. I drew a picture of him dunking on Funderburke and he loved it and signed it...shook my hand. I ran home (across the street) going crazy and told my mom over dinner. In my excitement, I realized that Webber was still at the school. I took off and ran back to the school, just in time to catch Webber getting into his car in the parking lot. I asked him to come over for dinner and he was in a hurry so I made him a to-go plate of hotdogs and mac-cheese. I thought Webber was incredibly nice and he was very polite to my mom. A very good guy.
Played in the group in front of Lloyd at the alumni golf course after hitting balls on the range next to him.
My girlfriend from senior year takes the cake, though. She was an RA in Stockwell, and one of her residents was one of Don Canham's granddaughters. So for Christmas that year she bought me a copy of Tradition and asked her resident if she could get it signed. She said sure, and dropped it off for her. Two days later my wife got a call and was told it was ready to be picked up. So she walks down to Schembechler Hall and eventually to Bo's longtime secretary's desk right outside his office, and is told that it's not signed yet. So the secretary, gets up knock's on his office door and tells him the lady's here and he needs to sign this book. So he says "Well have her come in here and I'll sign it." So my girlfriend walked into his office. He was sitting behind his desk, asked her if she was doing well in school, and who the lucky guy was, signed it and gave it back. Needless to say I proposed to this girl 6 months later and we've been married for the last two years!
and one of the girls who lived next door to me was Tony McGee's girlfriend. One night while I was watching movies with some friends in my room, one of the members of the women's basketball team banged on their door and started fighting with her, so my friends jumped up and tried to separate them (which was semi-amusing, since both of my friends were much smaller than the Amazon-woman-on-the-moon basketball player) until Campus Security showed up. The friend who was holding back Tony's girlfriend spent the rest of the year hiding from Tony because he had apparently decided that my friend was trying to help the basketball player beat her up. His girlfriend was friendly with me, but every time I saw him in the hall he was surly and rude.
Now I see him on the Big Ten network and he looks tiny compared to how he looked in 1990 (but maybe I just remember him being much bigger).
I met Derrick Alexander when I was in kindergarten because my after-school day care teacher was dating him at the time.
I have tried to meet the team whenever they came to the Rose Bowl. I guess Coach Carr liked to go to one of the steakhouses at South Coast Plaza. All the times I tried, I was told that I was late.
Hopefully Coach Rod does the same when we get to the Rose Bowl.
Please say yes!
Saw Hart playing basketball at the CCRB on campus over spring break of 2007. I didn't bother him or try to talk to him. He's short, but damn is that guy huge.
I met Chad Henne at Red Hot Lovers (now called Ray's Red Hots) in 2007 a couple months before the Florida game. We were actually at Charlie's and first saw him there on his way out. A few minutes later we decided to leave too and go get some food at our favorite place. We walk in and Chad Henne is ordering hot dogs. I talked to him briefly about the Florida game and my girlfriend and I got pictures with him.
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wash your hands.
Had a class with Marques Slocum. One day in class, we were doing group work, and he was called on to give an answer or something. He replied with, "Aw shit, I don't know. I'm not used to standing up in class. I'm used to standing up to get awards and shit." He then left the room.
it really is not that rare to run into athletes espicially football players ...
the scariest is mike martin, he could snap me in half with a glance it seems
tate likes going around in his car and blaring rap
its also not rare to see a certain tangent partying
my favorite expirence though was splitting a cab with kenny demons at like 3 in the morning
My best story is getting checked out by Shoelace in the Diag, followed by having pizza with Jonas Mouton in Markley and comparing winter hats.
I am 6 foot exactly and having met Tate once and passing him maybe 5 times on campus this year, I can't believe what I'm reading here. From my point of view the guy is no taller than 5"9, 5"10 at best.
with Leroy Hoard in '89 at Dooleys. One really, really short big dude.
at the Frieder basketball camp with Terrance Green (a camper who didn't go to M), Eric Turner who was lightnin' fast or so it seemed.
Hangin' with Denny Felsner in West Quad.
One of the better threads. I love this one and hope that it keeps going on for awhile. Thanks for the smiles, laughs and chuckles. In this time of angst with the team and the NCAA, this was a very welcome departure.