Today’s post is about something very near and dear to my heart; my favorite team in all the land. The Michigan Wolverines ! Those of you who know me understand just how much it is killing me to be missing out on attending Michigan home games. Especially considering the fact that it is Harbaugh’s first season and we have been performing better than anyone could have imagined after the last seven years. The dark days were difficult but there was a light at the end of the tunnel in the shape of Jim Harbaugh and we made it through.
Every Saturday when a flatmate or fellow assistant asks me what my plans are I respond by simply stating that I have a football game to watch. But it’s so much more than that. One of the most difficult parts of being a season ticket holder for a team half way around the world is not having anyone nearby to celebrate or commiserate with before, during, and after the games. It is also incredibly difficult to see everyone’s posts on social media about going to the game each week. There’s a hole in my heart, a piece of me that’s missing, and it can be found in Ann Arbor, Michigan. At this point some of you are probably thinking “is she serious?” Yes. Yes I am.
There is an Alumni Association Group in Paris that gets together each week to watch the game and I’ve decided to splurge on a trip to Paris for the Ohio State game. For now I’ll continue to represent alone in my room. Forever Go Blue