Growing up in south Georgia, all I wanted was to play college football. To compete in a packed stadium on Saturday afternoon as sounds from the marching band permeate like thunder. I never anticipated going a thousand miles away from home to do so, but when the University of Michigan gave me the opportunity to join their brotherhood, despite being the son of a Columbus, Ohio, native, I accepted with enthusiasm.
The years that followed were equal parts demanding and rewarding, as it should be with any worthy endeavor. I was present for Coach Bo Schembechler’s last speech the night before he died. I was on the field for Coach Lloyd Carr’s final game the day before he retired. I met presidents and movie stars … and all I had to sacrifice, was everything.
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