I was a teammate and friend of Mike 's in college. Mike was a warrior on the field and a gentlemen off. I knew of no one at school that disliked this individual and can testify that he had a contagious enthusiasm about life and when he was off the field always had a smile on his face. On more than one occasion he was responsible for lifting my spirit. I've heard it said too many times about people, "they broke the mold after they made that guy" but assure you the saying fits perfectly for this individual. In my 40 years I have not come across another man, outside of members of my family, that made an impression on me like the one Mike did. He was a fierce competitor that was talented and prided himself on out working the next guy. He was a faithful teammate and friend. "You did't have to look behind you to see if he was there; you knew dam well he was". He had my back on several occasions without hesitation. He thought of others often and had a very good heart. I remember him trying to set me up once when I didn't have a girlfriend, him including me in fun activities, and him reaching out to me when I think he knew I was down. He loved his family and all they did for him. He was always fun to be around and was the type of guy you didn't want to stop talking to. He had substance, had a swagger while still remaining modest, and had class. He was the type of guy you wanted to do life with. A guy you could trust you most prized possessions with and not give a second thought that he would defend them like they were his own. Within minutes of meeting him during camp I knew I had met a friend that, "got it" when it came to what was important in life and what qualities should be held in high regards. Courage, modesty, integrity, loyalty, dedication. Mike, "got it" and exhibited all of these qualities at 100 miles an hour. He lived life to the fullest while he was here and I miss him to this day. I wish he was hear to meet my son. I think he would like him as I already see passion and enthusiasm in his eyes. Mike was my teammate, my friend, and my Brother. I have no doubt that he is surrounded by friends in heaven and that his spirit roams here among those he loved. While I know this is long I will include a couple side notes. When asked on the drive down to Florida for spring break what Mike would want to do for a living he said drive a race car . Mike introduced me to Garth Brooks music including "The Dance". One of my favorite memories from my playing days at TMC is sharing headphones with Mike in the locker room before the game. Getting ourselves fired up to the blaring sounds of "For Whom The Bell Tolls". Mike was fearless and was one guy I would want in my fox hole. Mike fit into any situation you put him in. I still remember Mike picking me up in his red Fiero. He loved that car! I remember spending time with him at his Mom's. Such a warm home that he was so comfortable and happy at. I will leave more memories later and some pictures. Rest easy Brother and continue to watch over my family. I will repay you. Miss breaking the wedge with you 2 4!