I made my annual trip to Ann Arbor in 2009, with Rich Rodriguez and Tate Forcier at the height of their powers. A Michigan Man sold us our tickets outside the Big House as if he were passing off yellow cake uranium to Soviet agents.
These folks were downtrodden people. Like most nights back then, I spent the night prior drunk and obnoxious. We went bar to bar, talking shit to anybody who tried us and some who didn’t.
I told this Michigan student who is probably a casually racist Tesla coder thes…