When he went into the hospital for the first time, it occurred to me that Bo Schembechler still being alive was desperately strange. Bo stalked the sidelines with Woody and Bear in a world where the forward pass was scorned decoy -- Bo famously said "only three things can happen when you pass and two of them are bad." Coaches were still more dictator than friendly father figure.He must have felt out of place in today's game, watching quarterbacks sling the ball back and forth in a touchy-feely world of caring and sharing. Probably thought we were all goddamn pansies. Probably right, too, compared to him. I know Paterno and Bowden are just as old, but with Bo's passing passes an era. He was the last of that class of coach more fire and rock than man, who'd rather rip your head off and eat it than say "dadgumit."
He retired when I was ten, but by the time he left he had imbued the program with the direction and personality it maintains to this day: stodgy, cantankerous, fiercely loyal, kind, and honest. Do I love Michigan so because I am or aspire to those things? Or am I the person I am because of Michigan? Because of Bo? Today I think the latter. Goodbye, Bo. Thank you.




