I can't write about anything else today. This is Michigan State v. Michigan football day and this is my only blog entry. I am not going to be brief.
I broke ranks and gave up a golf scholarshipt to UM to go to Michigan State. A traitor of sorts and was in the band. Football games v. Michigan were the epicenter of the schedule for the team for the band for the campus. UM had a great great college band at the time. William Revelli was the director and he was what we would call now "a pisser". He enjoy humiliating players. Dennis Stolzman was the first clarinet player at UM. First chair - and no small thing. He had ulcers.
But game days - the crisp air...special game meals provided by alumni who all showed up, 10,000 showing up for band practice, the march to the stadium...running out on the field - home or there...77,000 at our place 106,000 there..the unbelievable torrent of noise and color. It was magnificent and gives me memories that are vivid from 40+ years.
Michigan was so good back then .. before Bo Schembechler's time. The coach was a fella named Elliot and they didn't fill the stadium unless it was for the MSU game - or perhaps Ohio State who would come in and pulverize them.
My last day that I was in the band for that game I got permission for Harry Begian, the director of bands at MSU (I was president of the Band so I dare ask) to meet the band at UM that morning. I went down really early and parked on S. University and actually payed I think $5 for an all day spot, wearing my band uniform of all things and went to the Jug for breakfast..this is 1968 I think....met the owner, told him about my dad, went to the Student Union to meet the band from the pre-game meal before rehearsal..my mom played piano in the student lounge from 4-7 weeknights and got to look at the piano where she played 30 years before..even found a picture of her in an early scene of the Union..one of those candids that are on the memento walls for the alumni to see and say "I remember that...".
Now we are all AARP qualified..those of us who were involved in the 60s. Our parents are long gone. But special days like this with all the color and pomp and parade...it puts a spring in your step and a little lightheartedness in your chest and helps aching bones get through a Saturday of chores and leaves, grass that needs one last mowing...perhaps a garage sale. Should have one of my own.