Fifteen years ago, Barry Alvarez’s first adult portion of the Michigan Wolverines was served cold. Wisconsin lost by 38, Camp Randall had empty seats and a lone Michigan fan with a boom box made it worse by playing that harder-to-get-out-of-your-head-than-the-Macarena fight song that reverberated throughout the silent stadium with each score, which was often.
The Big Blue menace, then, has been as much a part of the Alvarez legacy as anything, including the three Rose Bowl championships.