I didn't growuponefanoftheother, though, throughtherivalry.
Michigan, MichiganState.
Doit.
Betheone.
Oh, comeon.
Whathappened?
No, notgrowingup.
I waslow-key, like, I don't knowifitwasfront-runner, but I wasMichiganfootball,
MichiganStatebasketball.
Definitelyfront-runner.
Allgrowingup.
Andthenoncetheybothsentmeletters, I'm like, I'm notpicking a side.
I gotboth.
Hegotthatletter.
Wasthereever a pointwhereyougotlettersandyou, like, thoughtrespondingbacktothequestionnaires, sendingthemback, wouldn't matter?
Youthought.
Right.
I builtthemout.
Bro.
Nextday.
I'm cryingtomydadlike, Dad, wegottofilltheseout.
We'lltakethescholarshipback.
I think I gotmyfirstonein, like, eighthgrade, WesternMichigan.
WesternMichigan, y'allmissedout.
Anditgotdeliveredtotheclassroom.
Youknow I'm leavingthatoutonthedesk.
I wasgoingtosay, that's fire.
Leteverybodygetoutonthedesk.
Somethinglight.
ItwasWestern.
ItwasWestern.
That's fire.
Thatwasyourfirstone, too, right, Xavier?
Yeah, eighthgrade.
Itwasn't myfirstletter, itwasmyfirstscholarship.
Weweregettingletters, like, early, early.
Myhighschoolcoachwasthebasketball, hewas a teacher, sohewouldhaveallmyletters, like, stackedupinhisclassroom.
Soitwaslike a slickofdistraction.
Like, youseealltheseletters, like, up.
Andthenmybrotherhadhisclassandstuff, andheusedtotalkabouthow, like, hewouldjustkindof, like, trytolookintotheuniversitiesandwhateverschoolswererecruitingme, trytojustgivemesometypeoffeedbackonitbefore I thoughtaboutit, youknow, because I stoppedcollectingtheletters.