When I was a youngster- 19 to be precise- I worked nights at the old St. Joseph Mercy Hospital in Ann Arbor. During the day I attended the University. At night I was an ECG technician and in the dark hours we did emergencies and also “routine” electrocardiograms on surgical patients. Back then a coronary bypass meant two to three weeks in the hospital (nowadays, you get dumped out after 48 hours). I liked getting to know some of the patients who were there day after day, doing their nightly ECGs. Bo Schlembecher was one of those people. He had just gotten a triple bypass. Over a two week period we chatted most evenings for about 20 minutes; he was a warm and delightful man who seemed to care much more about what classes I was taking and he didn’t mind at all that I knew not one wit about football. Years later, we would meet again, around community charity events and I had the pleasure of doing a couple of fund raisers with his wife.
Bo Schlembecher died yesterday. I am sad. I knew him, not only as a great football coach, but as a pretty fine human being. GO BLUE!