Say what you will about me, but I’ve always had an oddly innate feeling of animosity towards a certain maize & blue football team. I just don’t like U of M football.You may be thinking “Ah, she is a Spartan fan!” Sort of. Not really. Only if they’re playing U of M.
My family and I are rarities in the state of Michigan. Our team of choice has had a particularly awful year, the worst I can remember. Notre Dame’s Fighting Irish ended 3-9 and made my father and brother scream at the television more than I care to divulge. But the sign of a true fan is the continuing support, even in a crappy season. I stand by my boys in blue & gold.
But Notre Dame’s shameful season is not the subject of this post; I’m here to announce publicly that I rooted for U of M yesterday and still feel okay about it today.
Maybe it was the holiday spirit or my resolution to stop swearing so much that created an overwhelming feeling of loyalty in me to the Wolverines. But man, I really wanted them to beat Florida and send Lloyd Carr off with a bowl game victory. It was quite a dramatic game, but they pulled it off in the last few minutes, 41-35.
He actually coached at my high school (Belleville High School), albeit long before I attended. Carr has been the head coach at U of M for 13 years. He ended his career 122-40, coached some 45 NFL players and even led a Heisman winner in Charles Woodson. Five Big Ten titles and a national championship later, he’s been getting a lot of flack for a few poor performances this year.
He might not be revered like Schembechler and some fans might even breathe a sigh of relief as he steps down. But Carr is leaving behind a legacy; one marked with more positive than negative. As a leader, he qualifies as the DIFF.
Sitting in the basement with my family surrounded by Notre Dame paraphernalia (including a Fathead), we watched Carr get doused with the obligatory bucket of Gatorade by the team. They rallied around him as he made his way to the middle of the field to shake hands with the opposing coach.
He stopped briefly to talk to a reporter and I felt like I almost noticed him get a bit misty eyed as he said he was proud and he loved his team. My dad mumbled, “Good for them. They did it.” My mom winked at me. I just thanked the heavens that the season is over.
Now, if new guy Rodriguez can figure out how to beat Ohio State, I might actually think U of M plays good football…