Despite all my resisting during middle school and high school when I was convinced I’d go to Northwestern for college–what was I thinking?!–it’s clear I was always supposed to be a Spartan. That’s right: The little nugget in the cheerleader outfit is 3-year-old Annie. (Wasn’t I bald?! Yeesh.)
Yesterday’s game against Wisconsin was disappointing and heartbreaking. I honestly didn’t know what to say or do when Wisconsin got the ball back and I realized any dreams of a Rose Bowl game had been shattered. I can guarantee nearly every other Spartan watching the game felt the same way.
But here’s how I know I truly am a Spartan: No matter what the scoreboard says, no matter what bowl game we go to, no matter what our record is, I’m always proud to wear my green and white.
I don’t know what our team will be like next year when BJ Cunningham (<3), Keshawn Martin, and Kirk Cousins are gone, but I will always support my team. I’m a Spartan, after all. Isn’t that what we do?