Since Oz took the topic I had in mind for this week's Love column with his Final Fantasy VII post (which I firmly believe is the best video game, or at least, RPG, ever made), I've decide to go in a different direction and explore something this blog rarely does-the world of collegiate sports.
When I first arrived on the campus of the University of Michigan, Ann Arbor, in September of 2003, I couldn't care less about football, or any other professional sport for that matter. In fact, when my mother had asked me if I wanted to purchase student season tickets for football season, I dismissed the idea immediately.
I'm not sure when it happened exactly, I don't know if I could really find the moment I fell in love with Michigan Football, in fact, I think it was probably a gradual process. In high school I felt so removed from school spirit, I'd almost come to think of it as a negative. But being at a place like Michigan, where it was almost impossible not to have school spirit (yes, even in the Theatre Department), it was like being a fan of the football team just came with the territory. More than that, it was impossible to avoid. Nearly every student on campus was glued to their TV or making the march to Michigan Stadium every Fall Saturday, and to be honest, when I realized what I was missing out on, I suddenly understood why everyone had told me it was so important to get season tickets. I watched every game freshman year, even if I didn't even always know why. I just knew I was somehow connected to this team, that unlike rooting for pro sports, these kids were not playing for a state they weren't really from, or playing for cars and money (usually), they were playing for us. Because they were us. Students.
Plus, it's gonna be so sweet when we go 12-0 next year and everybody can just shut the hell up.