All Roots Are Born Green: A Select (Proud) Few Are White As Well

Bestowed upon me from a young age was a passion.  One that would provide me with moments of insurmountable joy, and also agonizing and teary tantrums; the kind that warrant a "It's just a game" remark from those oblivious to the levels of excitement that sports command of its followers. But whatever the case happened to be, one thing remained constant—my love for Michigan State. I believe that I was first introduced to the Spartans by my late grandfather.  If memory serves me right (and unfortunately, it serves me wrong more often than not), he was the one who gave me my "Michigan State Spartans" sweatshirt.  The size of which now requires a comparison to current attire, for nothing more than a few chuckles and memories. It is also my understanding that I was at the ripe and tender age of four when I was handed that piece of clothing, and therefore could not have realized the significance of that big, mean looking guy on the front; the one who had a spear ... (link)