[As you may be aware, Michigan won the national championship. I've said my bit on what this means to me, and now it's everyone else's turn. We're inviting everyone who's contributed to the blog over its existence to write whatever they want about the 2023 football team, and hope to roll out a series of these over the course of the next few months. We start with Ace Anbender, because we could not start with anyone else. --Brian] “I’m impressed by how fast you moved” — my dad. My dad spearheaded our family’s move to Ann Arbor in 1993, when I was five years old. He attended Michigan from 1967 to 1971, focusing much more on academics and campus protests than the early teams of Bo Schembechler. Still, one of his first actions after finding a house was to request season tickets, and through a stroke of luck we had two seats behind the South end zone in 1994. My brother and I switched off home games; Dad was the constant. We never tailgated, instead throwing a football around the yard until it was time to begin our walk. We passed the girl selling 25-cent lemonade on Wells, the heart of student off-campus housing on Dewey, and the field hockey complex — always stopping for a free program to read “Punt/Counterpunt” — before reaching our gate. With authentic 1994 photo development issues. [Anbender Family Photos] He’d watch with a headset tuned to the radio broadcast and tell me what happened when the stadium announcement wasn’t sufficient — videoboards didn’t replace the classic scoreboards until 1998. I’d stand on the metal bleachers for big plays, peering over the lovely married couple who usually sat in front of us. For road games, we’d gather in the living room around the box television, except that time we listened to the radio because nobody bothered to broadcast the 1994 Purdue game. On cold days we’d get the fireplace going. My dad would settle into one of the two living room chairs. I’d usually perch on the couch, where I had more space to emote. My dad’s intention, he later admitted, was to use the football team to influence our desire to attend U-M. This worked on me with unintended consequences. [Hit THE JUMP]