When I was 8 my father and I lived in Las Vegas, one night we went out to dinner at some fancy steak place I can't remember the name of.
My dad, who was an ex NU athlete had a couple of his buddies with him and they were talking about their college days playing football.
All I remember is some mammoth of a human walking over, looking my dad square in the face and saying, "Go Illinois"
Then it got really quiet and my dad got up and introduced himself, the guy signed a couple things for us and walked away.
Still have that football to this day,
"Kyle, don't go to NU"
Ever since then #2 for me has been the Bears
[ Edited by Quest4six on May 31, 2014 at 1:25 PM ]