Now, as a senior, I am beginning to realize that this could be my last fall surrounded by the thrill of Michigan football. As this fact is becoming more and more apparent, I am beginning to fear what I may lose without the presence of Michigan fooball in my life.
Thinking about a fall without an Ohio State rivalry, without packing into the Big House with 100,000 others, and without watching as my uncles argue over who is going to win the Notre Dame game is making me realize just how influential Michigan football has been on my life.
Where else in the world am I going to find alumni bonding with college freshmen over the infamous Good Time Charley’s? Where else am I going to see the dedication that is found in an entire stadium clad in maize? Where else am I going to get a high five from a complete stranger on the street just because of the name on my jersey?
After visiting colleges across the country this past spring I am beginning to realize that there really is no place like Ann Arbor.
The lessons that I have learned from Michigan’s loyal fans with be something that I carry with me throughout my entire life. The respect, the non-swaying dedication (even after losses to App. State), and the pure joy they can find out of something as simple as a game of football is what motivates me.
At this point in time I don’t know where I will be spending my game day Saturdays next year. Still, although I may be far from the team, the fans, and that big house around the corner, I know that whenever I slip on that cherished maize and blue, I will always be a Michigan Wolverine.