Stupidest thing you ever done in the name of UofM
So this whole OSU letter burning fiasco got me thinking about the stupiest things I have done in the name of our institution. Its clear that ever fanbase has come crazies and even the more sane folks can act out of character from time to time. So what is the stupidest, most regretful, or even coolest thing you have done in the name of the University of Michigan?
Me? Well, I was dating this awesome girl. Very attractive, great job, good values, decent smarts, comes from a good family etc etc. But I broke up with her primarily because she went to OSU (well, the sex wasn't that great, but serviceable). By dating her, I felt like I was betraying Michigan and I just could not get past it. And she wasn't even that rabid of a fan. I kept thinking that if I marry her we would have these babies wearing OSU gear and I hard as I try I would have a mommas boy that would end up going to OSU just to spite me. Ahhhh, I should have married her anyway. Drinks anyone?
I've had similar things happen to me arguing on facebook but with Michigan State fans. It was back about 4-5 years ago when Facebook groups were popular (now it's just "liking" pages) and MSU fans made a bunch of groups about hating on Mike Hart. I probably spent way too much time on those group pages (yes, I probably shouldn't have been on them in the first place). And I also argued with my friends from MSU so much that I didn't talk to them as much after that either.
that Bo Schembechler would win his last game. (Rose Bowl versus Southern Cal.) We wuz robbed.
I kept reading "babies" as "rabies" while skimming your post. Probably because I saw something mentioning Ohio. That's not the dumbest thing I've ever done, just thought it was interesting and everyone wanted to know.
Stupidest thing I've ever done in the name of Michigan?
Travel to Columbus, Ohio.
Just got done painting my basement maize and blue, complete with block M. Really ups the resale of your home (especially in iowa). Second thing was having the big boot at the Heidelburg after a long day of drinking while yelling "das boot " every five minutes (it was first game so I was kinda pumped). I did finish the boot, but it required my friend to drive the 9 and a half hours back to iowa.
I called Kate Upton a Walmart Wolverine.
Immature? Perhaps. But I'd do it again if I had the chance.
a drinking story would seem appropriate:
A buddy of mine at U of M was from Ohio. We decided for a roadtrip one spring break and the plan was to crash at friends' homes along the way because we only had enough money for beer and gas. The first stop was in Ohio and there was the obligatory large party with all the Ohio boys/gals, who were all doing their best OSU douchebag impressions. So, there were four of us and many more of them but we decided we would drink them under the table to shut them up. An epic game of three man followed (if that isn't a contradiction in terms) where we proceeded to drink what felt like all the beer in that small town.
Sometime after 2am, we had clearly accomplished our goal and there was maybe one OSU guy not passed out or puking. We did the only sensible thing and opened the case of Keystone Light we'd been dreading (it was the only thing left). That did the OSU guy in but because we were idiots we kept drinking anyway ("can't stop till the bowl is empty") until we had covered my poor buddy's home in puke that you had to wade through.
The morals of the story:
1. As men, we're genetically idiots. This is compounded by alcohol and college frenzy.
2. Alcohol poisoning isn't a good idea. Going to sleep and then waking up still drunk is probably a good sign that you over did it. Same if you end your evening in the emergency department.
3. Never ever finish a long night of drinking with Keystone Light.
4. "Epic" and "three man" always ends in vomit.
If not outright stupid, this was professionally risky...
Back in the early 2000s, right before I took a job with my current employer, I had a job in the aviation field (which I desperately hated) that didn't necessarily grant me New Year's off, so on the morning of December 31st, 2003, I called in sick from Detroit Metro and went to Pasadena for my treatment the next day (sadly, we lost 28-14). I came back on the 3rd of January, and fortunately, my boss never asked about how it was possible to come back from a brief illness with a slight tan. I actually quit a few months later anyway.
As an undergrad, me and a bunch of buddies urinated on Lou Holtz's parking spot while totally sober(we had road-tripped down to South Bend for a Michigan-ND hockey game).
In retrospect, pretty stupid and classless... at the time... priceless.
Riskiest thing I ever did was last year after The Game. I live in Columbus and obviously it'd been a long past 7 years. After the game, I went down to OSU's campus to celebrate. In the middle of prancing* around campus singing The Victors (full version) at the top of my lungs, I stopped into a Wendy's on campus that has a statue of Brutus Buckeye. Inside, I took off my Michigan shirt, held it up against Brutus' chest and snapped a picture and then ran out before the place killed me. (It probably would've happened.)
My one regret? Not realizing there was also a statue of Woody Hayes down Lane Avenue and taking a picture of *it* with my M shirt on.
* - Yes, I was so giddy I was literally prancing.
I was stationed in Southern California and was wanting to see Michigan play some football. As luck would have it they were playing UCLA in the Rose Bowl in a non-conference game. I tried to get several other kids (I was a kid back than) from Michigan to go to see the game with me but nobody wanted to go. I deceided to go see it myself. Here is where the planning comes in.
I took my Michigan gear with me but did not wear it, I figured I would just get charged extra trying to pick up a ticket. So I drive up to Pasadena, get my car parked. I then start walking around a bit looking for a ticket for sale, after passing up a few due to not like their location, a guy approaches me, he is decently dressed, seems cool. He asks me if I need more than one, I told him no that I was just looking to see the game. He says he has one ticket that he will give me as a friend of his cancelled on him. I tell him thanks then go back to my car. I get my gear out of the trunk and put it on.
As I am heading into the stadium I get some good natured mocking, no big deal. I go in and I notice that the seats are decent seats as I come out into the actual arena and take my seat next to the dude that gave it to me he laughs at me and says I will have to ignore most of the crowd. I look around and I am sitting in the UCLA alumni section...
Michigan came back and won the game after trailing for most of the whole game. They used not one but two onside kicks to get the points they needed.
Damn, -14 on this thread? Really? Didn't think it was that bad. This place is brutal. Summer's Eve has found a home!
In 1991, my junior year of high school, I ran my mouth all week long about how Michigan was gonna whip FSU. I went to Tallahassee Lincoln High which was roughly 2399 FSU fans. I wore every article of Michigan apparel in my wardrobe and talked so much shit about what was gonna happen to FSU, I'd run myself outta breath. The outcome was FSU 51 UM 31. I remember wondering how I was gonna show my face again. The rest of that year I was tortured relentlessly without mercy.....and I still haven't learned to keep MY BIG MOUTH SHUT!!
I went to EL under Rich Rod's second year with my friend. We were both 19 at the time and had seats in the endzone. Some fat troglodyte wearing green and white screamed in our ear the entire game and dumped water on us. We ended up leaving early because of it and I don't plan on going back to that cesspool any time soon.
Man, there is so much. I would have to say that it would be a tie between not dating a super hott girl because she was going to OSU in the fall; in retrospect, It was an ok move because I am happilty married and I don't have herpes, which I under stand might have happened.
The smartest thing I did was much better: when I turned 21 (in 2009) my dad (an OSU fan.... I was adopted) offered to take me to the Big house to watch the OSU michigan game-- I had never been to the Big House. I held off for a number of reasons. I got to to this past year instead, and the tickes were AWESOME-- Row one, just off to the side of the tunnel. I also got to see the UMICH cheerleading squad warm up while I ate BBQ, and then snuck out to the practice field where my dad snatched a deflated practice football from the trash can... which sounds much stranger in retelling than it did doing it.
This literally just happened last night. I saw Terrelle Pryor with a handful of posse in the city of Pittsburgh around 2AM. As he was crossing the street I yelled, "Hey Terrelle, Go Blue" and he flicked me off in the middle of a major street. It was more awesome than stupid. But given his stupidity, he may have considered having one of his friends shoot me. So there's that.
the story or your changing posse from a mass noun to a continuous measurment.
I had a round trip airline ticket from Seattle to Detroit for the holidays in 1997. When Michigan made the Rose Bowl, I altered my original round trip flight to take me back to Seattle on the 31st and then bought another round tripper from Seattle to LA. I ended up flying (all on December 31st) Detroit to Minneapolis to Seattle to San Francisco to LA with pretty much no margin for error anywhere on the trip. I had to sprint from one end of Seattle airport to the other to make my home-made connection flight, including a cliched "jump through the closing subway/monorail/shuttle doors that is the difference between making or missing the flight", but I was in the seats for kickoff on Jan 1, 1998.
So I guess in the end it really wasn't that stupid, but it was crazy and could have ended very badly!
During The Game I told a woman - a really drunk and classless Ohio fan in front of me - to please "shut up" because she was "talking like a truck driver." As I write this I can't determine why I used "truck driver" to describe her behavior (or why I lowered myself to say anything). I should have been better than that. But it still pisses me off that Staee and Ohio fans feel like they can act however they please in our stadium.
You probably thought of that because Bob Ufer used to always refer to Ohio Stadium as having 10,000 alumni and 74,000 truck drivers (the stadium was smaller back then)
I started an internship about three weeks ago, I sit by 5 guys, my boss from MSU, two from Ohio, and two from Texas. In the entire office there is just a small Ohio towel on one persons desk. Needless to say I came in early on the second day and "decorated" the place with a flag, a few gnomes, a couple hats and a Go Blue banner. Not to worry though, the Ohio flag was also taken care of.
I went with all my friends from high school like 8 of them to Colombus during the Saturday of The Game. I was all decked out in my Nike #2 Maize jersey from some special edition Nike collection they had for certain players like Charles Woodson. We lost that year and I was tormented and bashed all night and day, and the drunker they got the quicker my friends threw me under the bus and pointed to my jersey to people who were not even looking my way. I really thank the lord I was not jumped or hurt by objects being thrown. I refuse still to this day to go down their during the U of M game.
(fitting that this would be my first ever post on here)
First would have to be back in 2003, still a sophomore in HS. Dated this chick who's father was a huge Notre Dame fan (I grew up in the South Bend area, unfortunately, so everyone was really). So, by nature, she was too. But, I took her along with me and my father to the '03 ND game at the Big House. Slaughter-fest. 38-0. She 'became' a Michigan fan that day....
until I came home from college one summer and saw her with a ND shirt on. Stupid b*tch. What a waste of a ticket. I generally LOVE taking people to their first game at the Big House, and whether they are M fans or not, I can typically swing 'em that way after a day in AA.
But again, looking back, I wish we would have just brought along my mother or younger brother for that. Somebody legit should have seen that complete ass-whooping.
Second would be in that same year, 2003. Iowa. We lose in Kinnick, 30-27. Enough said.
For whatever reason, I thought I was Johnny Badass back then and had bought a fifth of Everclear the night before. Hardly broke into it that Friday night. When we lost that game, I RAN to the trunk of my car, brought it right into the house and started chugging out of the bottle. By the end of the night my first had ended up in my bedroom wall.
Stupid, just stupid.
Oh, and a third thing, quickly, would be interning in the Notre Dame Athletic Department as a senior in HS. Did it SOLELY because I knew I had the option to work in the pressbox for games...and Michigan was coming to town that year.
Then that little shit Darius Walker happened. It was miserable sitting in that pressbox during that.