Growing up just outside of Philadelphia, most college football fans in the area followed either Penn State or Notre Dame. My dad grew up as a USC fan, but for some reason none of those schools ever peaked my interest. I vaguely remember Charles Woodson winning the Heisman, Peyton Manning leading Tennessee to a national title, and Florida State winning the following year (a little foreshadowing, it felt gross to me then). I also remember my dad walking around the house wearing a sweatshirt with a pelican-like bird wearing an orange sweater and a sailor hat. I would not understand the image on that shirt until the year 2000 as a 10-year old.
Why I Became a Miami Hurricane: Evan Hadrick
