Peppers at 10, which seems low.
What is your worst "Michigan moment" not involving the game itself?
trying to think of a story for this post? just kidding. no, but seriously...
The realization at age 20 or 21 that I would never play football for Michigan. Worst day ever.
Also, my first year roommate called home every single day to touch base with friends. Unfortunately, he was from India, so he was constantly talking on the phone between 2 and 6 AM and slept through the day. I didn't do a whole lot of sleeping that year.
finals week at Michigan especially when you have finals in consecutive days. Nuff said.
Try having multiple on the same day. And not just like one hard one, one blow off class... the two hardest of your classes just so happen to have their finals back to back starting at 8 am.
Just the luck of the draw, but man did that suck.
have the exams in the same day rather than 3 consecutive days. You're studying the same amount for all of the exams and you're done in one day instead of having to go back to the library to study some more.
getting deferred. ya.
This for sure and being waitlisted. However it did give me the oppurtunity to go to Central and meet people i wouldn't of otherwise, so i take it as a good thing.
I had too much fun my senior year in college and ended up getting wait listed. It was horrible and scared the sh-t out of me. Thank God (or some higher being, if there is one) I got in eventually. It was a lifelong dream come true. So don't give up!
Taking a walk of shame through an opposing team's campus. It's happened quite a bit the last few years.
Doesn't matter if we win.
+1 for manbearpig. the post just makes it better
Thanks for being so super awesome.
Philosophy in the Frieze after lunch near the hissing radiator. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ, huh.
I live in Austin, and for some reason Texas fans hate Michigan (see overall record). "The Horror" took place when I went to the local sports and wings bar. When that kick was blocked I had probably 30 people pointing and laughing at me, my wife and my best friend. We were advised to "go back to Canada" if we weren't going to be Texas fans. Worst moment happened during a game, but the hate was worse than the loss.
I loved this season though. Fuck Texas.
That was the one and only Michigan game I watched at a bar. We were cheered out of a bar in Minneapolis. Brutal
I was in DC, living the dream... a year removed from college, reuniting with a past fling... spring was in the air... well actually it was autumn, and it was quite possibly the worst saturday of my life. I was at a CSU/CU bar... and THAT happened. I was stuck in DC, bar hopping with my Michigan 2004 student shirt exposed for the world to see, and mock.
Even ND fans were talking smack... meanwhile they got smoked 33-3 at home by GaTech.
It was the best and worst weekend of my life, for obvious reasons.
My gf just graduated from Texas. Went to the commencement and at the end when they sang their "I've been working on the railroad" song (it's to that tune) and everyone else was holding up the horns, I stood there with my arms crossed. Would never sing another fight song/alma matter.
She talked so much crap about how their football team was better than Michigan. Needless to say, I took every opportunity to rip her this season. Love hurts!
My Calculus III exam, and freaking out to the point of having a panic attack and hyperventilating. Yea, that was fun.
[However, it ended alright since I was able to sneak into the alternate exam time a little bit late with the professor being none the wiser. Still, would not relive that moment for anything.]
I was in grad school, EE, and working late in the EECS clean room. I missed the bus and had to walk back to my apartment by the Med School, in the snow. That's about a 45 minute walk if I remember correctly. And then it started raining. Hard. And my experiment did not work, so I had 45 minutes to curse my fate. That was the closest I came to quitting, but I stayed and became a champion (got my degree.)
Tied for second is anytime missing a bus on a Sunday. I hated those busses.
My roommates and I were lost late one night after a party at the hockey house and one of the off duty buses picked us up. He even let us drink the case we lifted from the party. If only all bus drivers were as cool as Otto.
It was a gnarly night.
Walking across campus in January, from the Frieze building to my house on Cambridge Ct (right down the street from Harbaugh's, by the way) and having my eyebrows literally freeze in a "look of surprise" position. This happened every year, more than once. Winter sucks everywhere, maybe a little less in Ann Arbor.
Falling on my sword and turning a PoliSci bluebook final into a de facto course evaluation of my decrepit prof and his moron GSI when my answer to the last essay question wandered hopelessly into Billy Madison territory.
Still pulled a B-, but waiting the week and a half for that grade to pop up on Wolverine Access was downright torture.
That is absolutely heroic. However, let me guess... the prof is still there?
Retired after the next semester.
Was it the puppy who lost his way? Or was it just way off topic and basically an in-your-face telling off?
Almost missing my flight at Ohare because I was selected for a random search. When I was in the box the guard that selected me whispered to me the oly reason I was in the box was because I was wearing a Michigan sweatshirt and if I was a buckeye fan I would be on my plane by now.
It's not my worst moment, but I had a similar experience. I was coming back from Europe the summer before my freshman year and the customs official in Cincinnati (well, Northern Kentucky) saw my Michigan hat and proceded to hurl abuse at me, knowing full well that if I said anything in return he could make my life hell trying to get back into the country. This is a man in his 30s saying everything terrible he could to an 18-year-old. Fuck those bastards.
The past 2,588 days have been hell. Pure hell.
Fuck them and their day count. Somebody at work tried to pull that shit with me at work today when I took some time to enjoy a litlle schandenfreude after they lost to Texas. ( I know that's little brother-ish but fuck 'em, they deserve it.) I simply replied: "Well eleven days ago, you guys got your asses handed to you five to zero in front of a world record audience of more than 113,000 people. So how's that for some fucking numbers?" I also told her I didn't want to hear that "hockey doesn't count" shit neither. We live in Michigan godammit.
you CUSSED? you cussed out a GIRL?
Yes. There's only so many times you're told by said girl that you have shit on your hat and or shirt before you snap. Plus she cusses waaay worse than I do, which says alot.
Well this is the OSU game count. Although the MSU one is almost as bad.
My roommate came back to the dorm completely smashed and very loud. Woke up everybody on the floor. Nobody was happy about it. He crashed.
The next morning I wake up and see/smell a puddle of urine under his bed.
So, my worst moment became one of my best moments when I made sure everyone on the floor knew about it by noon.
Expected, but still disappointing.
How could they do that to one of their own? /s
Went to Boston University Law, practiced for a while, came to my senses and found a real job, got married, had kids, etc....most importantly, still Blue.
My worst? I'm feeling wordy this morning ...
* Any bus ride between North and Central campus. What an ongoing cluster@#$% that was ... I can't believe I didn't hate it more at the time.
* _Choosing_ to live in Markley (because of ... yippee ... the promise of living on an Honors floor), before it was an all-1st-year dorm, when I could have realistically (when the timing was considered) chosen, say, West Quad. STUPID.
* Having a Math 215 prof who apparently thought he was teaching Math 295. Not horrible per se, but that was a demanding term and the additional complexity was annoying.
* Watching that Florida State beat-down in 1991.
* Watching Desmond getting tripped in the end zone while sitting among twenty-some Sparty fans.
* Fab Five losing to a team with far less talent in 1993.
That's all for now ...
Hands down, my worst Michigan experience was having to graduate and move on to the next life step.
That is all
after being in the "grunge pit" for most of the show, I was looking at the showcase of the fab five and thats all I remember, passed out right there with security all around. I tried calling a time out, but no such luck. Pearl Jam rocks!
Oh man, I had a ticket to the concert and all of my friends were going. Being the stupid freshman that I was, I sold my ticket for like 5x face value. Of course, the money mattered at the time more but I realize that the memory I would have is obviously much more valuable today.
-1 for reminding me of my stupidity (just teasing).
Post game feeling every year after losing to OSU, particularly the ones I went to and the walk back home after the game.
I hear you, but see the above mention of the loss to Colorado after the Kordell Stewart "Hail Mary." There can be no worse feeling than leaving that game.
I watched that game when I was 7 but I don't remember the end. I went to A Buffs game this year and they were playing glory days highlights on the big screen. Of course they played that and it made me sick.
The tour kicked off at Crisler and Springsteen had been embargoed from appearing live anywhere for a couple years due to a contract dispute with Columbia Records. The concert was great until the second encore, when Bob Seger walks on stage and joins Bruce in a second play of Thunder Road. Fucking Bob Seger. Must have been a final "makegood" requirement with Columbia, but, whatever, it was a buzz kill.
Think Nick Sheridan taking a wildcard snap with Denard as WR window dressing.
Unfortunately I was not able to attend Michigan. For several reasons...Anyways, I have supported and stuck with the school, fans, alum, and sports my whole life. There is nothing that gets me more excited than watching the Wolverines on Saturday (or bowl game)!
Just wanting to belong to the Tradition that I love so much is a tough pill to swallow. However, I can always live vicariously through some of you!
Like my old pal Tom Cruise said to Dawson "A Few Good Men"...You don't have to wear a patch on your arm to have Honor.
I did however have the honor in serving our Country, finish grad school, and have 3 beautiful children. Needless to say, I have so much to be grateful for.
Heavy heart this time of year. So many still overseas away from families. All of which are in my thoughts and prayers (families too). Just can't thank them enough.
Having my tickets stolen while walking to the stadium before the Wisconsin game this year. This being after the hour drive from Flint.
Michigan still the best place on earth even robbed quite a few times. The best was when the robber actually went through my dvd collection and left titles like pi.
During Summer vacations in high school, I worked at the 'Taste of History' restaraunt at Greenfield Village in Dearborn. I wasn't in the mood to go to work one day so I called in doing my best fake cough and said I was sick . When I went back to work the following day, my boss and a couple friends told me that Bo Schembechler had walked in to the restaraunt the previous day and had lunch.
I was a busboy and I found out that Bo had sat in my section. Had I been at work, I could have cleared his table and introduced myself to my idol. But no. I was home being fake sick. 12 years have passed and I still haven't forgiven myself.
Haven't told this story in a while, but what the hell...
Fall 2002 was my last semester before graduating. A buddy of mine had recently graduated taken a job in Ft Wayne, so a few other guys and I drove down there the Friday before the ND game. The plan was to party in FW on Friday night and make the trek to South Bend first thing Saturday morning. I didn't have a ticket in hand, but I had a little bit of cash flow because of a student loan check I had just landed. I think I went down there with $150 cash, which in relative terms seemed like 5 grand. Michigan was ranked in the top 10 and 2-0 after rolling Western and Brabbs' game winning FG against top 10 Washington.
My friend was living in this apartment community where there were probably about 30 identical buildings with 6 apartments units each. The community was walking distance from a bar called Pierre's which is probably where you'll end up too if you find yourself drinking in Fort Wayne, Indiana. After getting pretty sauced pregaming at his place we wandered over to Pierre's and proceeded to smack talk with ND fans throughout the night. End of the night rolls around and I'm walking out of the bar with this guy we used to call "Hi-roller" whereupon we find the other 3 guys in the process of getting arrested for a fight they had just gotten in with some ND guys. After trying to convince Hi-roller that he wasn't going to be able to convince the cops to let our buddies go he and I go our separate ways and I wander back to my buddies apartment community, while he goes on a solo mission to free our friends who are all sitting in the back of a police cruiser.
Next thing I know, I wake up on the floor outside the front door of my buddies apartment. It is probably about 9 or 10 am and a cop is tapping me with his foot telling me to wake up. Still pretty hazy about what happened the night before I explain that I must have gotten locked out of my buddies apartment and he tells me to knock on the door to have them let me in. I knock on the door and while I'm waiting for them to answer I realize that I'm not wearing any shoes. A little only lady answers the door at which point my credibility with the cop is gone and he takes me out to his car. In my drunken state I guess I couldn't figure out which building my buddy's apartment was in. While I sitting in this cops Bronco he looks up my drivers license info and discovers that I have a suspended license because of unpaid parking tickets in A2, and he tells me I'm going to jail if my buddy doesn't live somewhere in this complex. Ultimately, we find my buddies apartment and he lets me go. Fortunately, my buddies door is unlocked and I get into his apartment, but I don't have a cell phone to try and call the county jail so I have to walk, barefoot, to the campus of IUPU-FW to use a pay phone. FW county jail tells me my buddies are about to be released and will be out in about an hour. So I walk all the way back to my buddies apartment and manage to find his spare car keys and drive downtown to pick them up.
At this point it's almost noon. Kickoff is at 1:30 and we're at least an hour away from SB so things aren't looking good. While I'm waiting for my buddies to get processed and released, Hi-roller shows up at the jail as well. Turns out that he rode a shuttle bus into downtown to try and bail them out in the middle of the night. When the folks at the jail turned him away and told him to come back in the morning he proceeded to drunkenly wander around downtown Fort Wayne. After stumbling around downtown for a couple hours the shuttle bus driver sees him around 4am and tells him he's going to get robbed by some crackhead if he stays out all night and offers to let him crash on his couch.
By the time all is said and done, we get back to the apartment about 10 minutes before kickoff. Michigan plays a crap game and loses to a ND team that they should have beaten handily. The thing I remember most about this part in the '02 season was that Marlin Jackson was supposed to be the next Woodson. After the game we forego the second night of drinking and just drive back to Ann Arbor less than 24 hours before arriving in Indiana, in which time as a group we received 3 disorderly conduct tickets, 3 nights in jail, lost one pair of shoes (which I assume were stolen off my feet while I was passed out), and God only knows what happened with hi-roller at the bus drivers house. Eventually I made it to game in SB, when we spanked them in '06.
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Jumping on the fraternity rock after it was freshly painted green and then having to pee. I was nicknamed "green d**k" amongst my Michigan friends for many years following.
Finding a monster stack of The Count of Antipasto coupons and knowing that I'd be eating real good that semester. Man I miss that place. It was the single most inefficient restaurant ever but man its pizza was good.
I worked for the team in 2007. Worst moment no doubt was walking into Schembechler Hall the Monday after the App State loss. You could hear a pin drop.