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As any graduate of the University of Michigan can attest, Saturday afternoon games at The Big House were the stuff of collegiate nirvana. The weather was crisp. The beer was flowing. Even though I had no clue what a chop block or a flea flicker was, the kinetic camaraderie was enough to draw me week after week. Yet, as the decades flew by, I attended few games. For starters, the drive from Chicago to Ann...