I am from the Mitten. I am from the Great Lakes. We drink “pop”, not “soda”. We point to our homes on our hands. The best weekend is a trip to the lake house. Somehow sand never fails to get on every part of your body Backyard barbecues and corn hole tournaments were the ultimate party. Pure Michigan- Where you will experience four seasons in one week. Summers were spent throwing baseballs. Winters were spent throwing snowballs. Cleaning our grass-stained jeans was a daily ritual. No matter how bad the Lions are, I’ll forever be a fan. Now, I’ll forever be a Hokie.