My dad took me to my first Michigan when I was about 8 and we had student section tickets for the ND game. I was overly excited and when we arrived, my dad insisted that we sit in our actual seats. After much verbal and mental abuse (I truely thought I was going to die right there) we squeezed into whatever seats we could and took in the game. The swear words I learned that day as well as the drunken smells are still with me today. I cannot remember the outcome or if i was able to see past the shirtless crowd in front of me, but I will always remeber that game.
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