My dad was a Sparty fan and my brother pulled for ND. I was the lone UM fan. Saturdays were not pretty in our house. Luckily for me, my best friend growing up had season tickets to the Big House and his sister never wanted to go. So I was able to escape the madness as they would adopt me as their Saturday son.
What sort of home did you grow up in?
Grandfather has worked for UofM for 65 years although now all he does is head usher in Section 1. I was born on campus so it has been thick in the blood as long as I can remember. We watched games religiously. Now that I am in Texas, getting to games is tougher but I sit down with my wife (from West Texas) and my two boys each week with our maize and blue on as well as maize and blue M&M's, sunflower seeds and cookies.
My dad and I can discuss games countless years back and he can recite every QB, RB and WR to come through the tunnel. My grandfather calls me 4 times a week to tell me who he ran into at the fieldhouse and what the latest is on the team.
It's in the blood and it's THICK even though I turned down a music scholarship to go to college in Texas.
BLUE, that is all!
Except I married a bUCKEYE, then converted her, One trip to the Big House.
Grew up in Pa, but both parents went to State but grandfather to UofM. I knew both schools and cheered for both until the Fab Five, and Ive hated Sparty since.
Who grew up?
I've always wanted to tell this story.
I was born in Ohio as were most of three generations behind me. My parents met at ohio wesleyan in the fifties. My dad went to OSU law. He started at a firm in Cleveland and was transferred to their Detroit office in 1964.
My first memory of big ten football was when Michigan won in 70 or 71 and went to the rose bowl and I felt terrible for OSU. I continued to be a buckeye fan, loyal to my dad.
Embarrassing as it is to this day, I too went to Ohio Wesleyan as a freshman in 1977. I found when I got there that I was a slim minority coming from Michigan. I also found that I didn't like ohioans.
By the time The Game came that year, I'd decided to rebel against my family and the locals and become a Wolverine fan for life. The best decision I ever made.
I transferred to Michigan in Winter 1980. My dad never got over it. Fuck him. Love him. And rest his soul.
I'm a first generation Michigan fan. My dad actually rooted for Notre Dame as I was growing up because he like Lou Holtz as a motivator. I don't think he realized how corrupt the little fella was. I started liking Michigan in 1990 after watching Jon Vaughn (with whom I share a first name) run rampant against the Irish. I loved the winged helmets. I've never rooted against Michigan since.
Grew up in Livonia and was a Michigan fan since third grade when my MSU graduate of a teacher brought us all cups from a Michigan game (must have been a UM/State game). My sister was a State fan out of spit but now she's a Michigan fan even though she goes to Western. My parents never went to college, but for some reason, they had two sweatshirts with Snoopy and Woodstock on them that said, "Michigan Cheers!" I distinctly remember the 1997 UM/OSU game because I watched it while making out with my boyfriend of the time (it was freshman year in high school, football and making out were the two most important things to me).
The fiance and I are graduates of this fine establishment, were in the MMB, and are now currently hardcore fans deep in the heart of Soonerland.
...suprised this quote didn't come up sooner on this thread.
But seriously, great topic. Grew up in middle class Royal Oak (LONG before it beacame chic, hip (?) and over-priced). Latch key kid - Dad was an Architect, Mom worked for Sports Illustrated in an advertising sales office in the Fisher Building in downtown Detroit. In this capacity, there were always "extra tickets" available to the Tigers (Tiger Stadium) Wings (Olympia!!), Pistons (Cobo Hall) and UM Football. My sister, 5 years older, provided the Almost Famous influences, bringing me up on a healthy dose of Led Zepplin, Who, Santana, Stones, Yes, Hendrix, et al.
Pre-Cable (3 network channels, CBC and WKBD Channel 50), my media exposure to UM Football was limited to the annual televised UM/OSU game on ABC, 1 game/year in person at the Big House (always a big deal) and the Saturday evening Al Ackerman-led local news highlights of UM beating the living daylights out of one of the Little 8 (oh how I miss those days). Between the helmets, Bo, the triple option, Big Ten domination and Dennis Frankiln (still to this day, for some reason, my favorite all-time UM player), I was an instant fan-for-life.
My dad was a good enough athlete that his team made the State of Michigan finals in basketball his senior year. Rudy Tomjonovich was a Junior on that team and came off the bench for my dad.
He was smart enough to figure out that education was more important than sports and didn't even play college ball. Sports were never a big deal in our house growing up. He had gone to MSU and it didn't phase him at all that I selected Michigan. (I would have never learned about what kind of athlete he was if it wasn't for my mom and her brothers.)
His career has been such that he just hasn't made time for actively following sports. He reads the papers and will watch if he has time, but it isn't a priority.
Now I'm a Michigan nut, my wife is too, and my three children are nearly fully indoctrinated. They love going to Michigan games and have seen what I'm like during football, basketball, and hockey.
Not sure which is the better way to grow up, but I couldn't change even if I wanted to.
I was alwasy cognizant Michigan had a good football team when I was younger (and the Block M had a certain mystique that captivated me), but it was the 1989 season when I started to discover I bled Maize and Blue. I was in second grade that year and the week of the Michigan-Michigan State game, kids wore shirts to sport their loyalties (as did some teachers). I told my Dad one of those days that week what was going on and if he had any loyalty and he said he liked Michigan State and he DISLIKED BO because he thought he was arrogant. That did it for me--whenever I saw Bo on TV, I thought of him as the hardened grandfather type that may discipline you hard, but would love you to death. How can you hate Bo? So it was from that day forward I rooted for Michigan. 1990 was rough because my dad rubbed it in after the missed Sparty tripping penalty, but 1991 (which was the first full season I can remember watching MIchigan football) was just a blast watching Desmond Howard.
Eventually, my dad relented since my two younger brothers and I all have degrees from Ann Arbor. And I also have told me dad that if he ever met Bo, his dislike for him would probably disappear within 30 seconds.