L, his entire immediate family, and 99% (slight exaggeration) of his extended family went to the University of Michigan.
For the past nine years, it's been a source of amusement for me to watch the C family devote their lives to the U of M sports. I'm not just talking about a few Saturday afternoon games-- L's parents went to Hawaii this Thanksgiving just to watch the Wolverines play basketball. Apparently, the beaches and perfect weather were just an ancillary benefit.
It's not that I don't appreciate this devotion to one's alma mater, it's just that I don't understand it. I chose my college(s) based on lots of things, but the ability to sell out a football stadium was not one of them. Did the Hornets have a football team? A woman in her thirties should know that, I guess. What I do remember about college mostly revolves around Woodlake, Stingers, and polar bears.
When we went to Ann Arbor over the holiday for L's cousin's wedding, I had myself an educational experience. Ann Arbor is a true college town-- much like Chico without the hillbillies (sorry). The school colors are MAIZE and blue, not yellow and blue. And this theater is where L's parents went on their first date, to see Alfred Hitchock's "The Birds". Romantic? Mais oui.
It's hard for me to walk down the street of a college town and not wish I'd done some things differently in my own college days. A woman in her thirties can fall into that trap a lot-- the 'what if' rabbit hole. But then it occurred to me that all my choices, some good and some really, really stoopid, led me here, to this moment. Where I am truly happy. So the most important thing I came to understand is that while I might have my own ideas about where I want my baby to go to college (Stanford. Full ride.), and L's family might have theirs, at the end of the day, it will be up to Anna to make the experience what she wants it to be.
But a little maize and blue can't hurt.