Ever since I got older than college, I have felt that college sports are a cesspool that should have been abolished long ago. At least the major ones. If the NBA and NFL want a developmental league, let them pay for it. But there are some pulls from childhood that never go away, including the one from Ann Arbor, Michigan. No, I didn’t go to UM. With my grades, I wouldn’t have gotten in there even if my last name was “Ford.” (And that’s with my mother having graduated from there). Thanks to the location of the other half of the family though, I spent a good portion of my childhood in Ann Arbor (if you’re a grad and ever ate at Red Hot Lover’s/Chicago Dog House, you know). So I grew up a Michigan fan, and I grew up knowing what Ann Arbor smells like, feels like, in the fall. – Sam Fels Read More