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Hey all,
In preparation for Sunday's great game, I'd like to share this with you. From September to December 1999 I was a Massachusetts to Michigan transplant, training new employees for the company I worked for. So for a good part of four months I lived at the Residence Inn in Ann Arbor, MI.
As I got to know my new town, I became aware of U of M's football schedule, and how tough it was to get into the city during home games. As training manager it was my job to guide staff around to the local shops, museums, and restaurants on weekends. (Great area to live, by the way. Fantastic seafood and dim sum at Great Lakes, Meyer's Supermarket had the largest grapefruits I've ever seen and the Mongolian Barbeque was a treat for spicy dinners).
Wanting to pick up a piece of local wear, I bought a #10 replica jersey (it was not cheap!), a certain upstart named Tom Brady was quietly making a name for himself as a determined college QB and I wanted a memento.
On the occasional weekend home to Massachusetts I would talk to my buddies about Brady-- no one had heard of him. But he was building a winning streak back in Michigan.
When the Pats drafted him in 2000, I couldn't believe the lack of excitement in NE; it amazed me that this same kid, so hot in Ann Arbor the year before, was a footnote in the NFL. But the Pats scouts had done their homework.
I wear good old #10 during all the playoff and championship games. Had I wished I'd seen him play at college? You bet. Am I glad we got him in NE? Ditto!
In preparation for Sunday's great game, I'd like to share this with you. From September to December 1999 I was a Massachusetts to Michigan transplant, training new employees for the company I worked for. So for a good part of four months I lived at the Residence Inn in Ann Arbor, MI.
As I got to know my new town, I became aware of U of M's football schedule, and how tough it was to get into the city during home games. As training manager it was my job to guide staff around to the local shops, museums, and restaurants on weekends. (Great area to live, by the way. Fantastic seafood and dim sum at Great Lakes, Meyer's Supermarket had the largest grapefruits I've ever seen and the Mongolian Barbeque was a treat for spicy dinners).
Wanting to pick up a piece of local wear, I bought a #10 replica jersey (it was not cheap!), a certain upstart named Tom Brady was quietly making a name for himself as a determined college QB and I wanted a memento.
On the occasional weekend home to Massachusetts I would talk to my buddies about Brady-- no one had heard of him. But he was building a winning streak back in Michigan.
When the Pats drafted him in 2000, I couldn't believe the lack of excitement in NE; it amazed me that this same kid, so hot in Ann Arbor the year before, was a footnote in the NFL. But the Pats scouts had done their homework.
I wear good old #10 during all the playoff and championship games. Had I wished I'd seen him play at college? You bet. Am I glad we got him in NE? Ditto!