...talks about how UConn hasn't been in contact and how they're out. (HT: UMHoops)
Why this means so much...my fellow Michigan Men
Last Thursday I hopped a plane and by Saturday he and I had the privilege of standing in the Big House for a football game, together, for the first time. It only took 25 years. As the stadium filled out and the Maize and Blue took the field, he looks at me with a smile and said,
"I'm sorry I got you involved in all of this."
Fellas (and the ladies out there)... This is truly a special thing we serve. Ive never felt this way or realized it like I do until this very evening. Sure, there are Seminole fans, and Cheeseheads, and Wing Nuts and all of those things in the wonderful world of sports. But we are Michigan Men. It means so much more to me than any other of my favorite teams, or any of anybody else's. Living in Evansville Indiana, people see my hat and my shirt and think I like Michigan Football the way they like IU basketball, or the Cardinals. They don't even get it. They never will.
Tomorrow, my most favorite class of seniors, ever, will touch the banner for the last time. Well have another chance at handing the Buckeyes a loss. The buckeyes. Evil, personified.
And as my father, I and my best friend settle in to an 18 pack of Busch Light, and some doctored up turkey sandwiches, there will be no one else in our city that knows what this game means, what a win means, nor what it means every time I pull a Michigan shirt over my head or toss a UM hat on, but there's at least 100,000+ of you out there somewhere. And most importantly, 22+ young men take the field tomorrow, some of them having given all their blood sweat and whatever other cliche you can think to serve us, and this school, and what it means to be Michigan Men.
I have never regretted following my fathers foot steps. I understand now, he knew exactly what he was doing, "getting me involved in all of this."