Although I had been a Michigan fan as long as I could remember, I'd never been to a game. This was my first week of college, freshman year. Miami was ranked number one coming off a National Championship. Someone had spray painted "Bernie Kosar is a punk" on the diag.
We won 22-14. The next week we lost to Washington. Yada, yada, yada Harbaugh broken arm, 6-6. Thankfully, 1985 proved I wasn't a curse.