So my grandfather, "Pops" calls this evening. I have mentioned him a time or two on the board as the one who has worked at the UofM for 65 years. For countless games he has stood at the 50 yard line entrance (just above the tunnel) welcoming people to the Big House and showing them their seats.
I expected his call, ready for him to be upset at the Buckeye victory and promising Sparty will lose to Texas Tech. Instead the solid military veteran was at the hospital where his wife and my sweet grandmother unexpectedly passed away.
All of a sudden football was irrelevant. Big Ten versus Pac Ten, who cares? The new crush everyone will have on Pryor, so what? Michigan not playing a bowl game for the second year, does it matter?
Pops has taught me how to love Michigan football. Shoot, 90% of our conversations revolves around it. Tonight he lost the one thing I think he loved more. That makes for a tough beginning to 2010.