What is your worst "Michigan moment" not involving the game itself?

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. 

Go Blue!

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.  

Cool Story Bro!

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.