So as I sit here trembling with excitement waiting for tomorrows game, I find myself wondering what it would be like to not be a sports fan? What would it be like to not have a year of dreams crushed in a 3 hour time span. What would it be like to not know the joy that comes from your team beating Notre Dame in the final seconds? What kind of life would that be?

I love Michigan football, I love it as much as I have ever loved anything. I have no connection to the university. Yet I know many people with actual connections to Michigan, and they somehow never live up to my standard of a Michigan Man. My Love of the Michigan goes back to my father and grandfather. Both were die hard fans, who at any time of the year, I could call up and talk about Michigan football. One of my earliest memories is sitting at my Grandfathers house, the year that Jim Harbaugh guaranteed the victory over OSU, I was 6 years old, and I can still here my Dad saying, that Harbaugh was nuts. I remember my Brother and I getting ready to go out to dinner with my Grandfather in 1994, and just as we were getting ready to leave, Remy Hamilton kicked the game winning field goal to beat Notre Dame. I remember the heartbreak of the Kordell Stewart to Michael Westbrook Hail Mary in early 1994.

My Grandfather passed away shortly before the RR tenure began in Ann Arbor. I lost one of the two guys I had to call up and talk Michigan Football with. The thing I will always remember about my Grandfather is Michigan, the love we shared, over a University that we had no connection with. The Man would have been heartbroken at how these last two years turned out. Part of me is glad he hasn’t had to deal with the heartbreak of back to back losses to MSU and the loss to Toledo. But another part of me wishes he was still here to call up and get his insights on what RR needs to do to be successful.

I still have my Father, this is the man who is the toughest son of a bitch in the world, yet a man who I vividly recall holding tears back when Michigan won the National Championship in 1997. This is the guy who although we live 90 miles apart, I will still be closest to on gameday, because we will be on the phone the whole time. My Dad and I still make it to Ann  Arbor for at least one game a year, and that day is easily the best day of the year. We hold no connection to this glorious institution other then Love for this Michigan Wolverines Football team.

So would I want it any other way? Would I want to not have a rooting interest on Saturdays in the fall? The answer my friends is a resounding HELL NO. GO BLUE Tomorrow and until the sun refuses to shine. GO BLUE