The air in Kalamazoo still carries a faint scent of burnt leaves and ambition, just like it always did in October, the time of year that always made me think of football, and, specifically, the Western Michigan Broncos Fight On for Western 1980 vintage T-shirts that my older brother, Mark, treasured. I remember him carefully folding his t-shirt, the Bronco logo, a fierce, snarling horse, almost leaping off the faded fabric, alongside the year boldly displayed. He’d wear it every Saturday, rain or shine, even after it got so thin you could practically see through it.
He got it at the Homecoming game that year – I remember begging him to take me, but I was still too young to handle the crush of the crowd, the shouts, and the beer that always seemed to find its way onto the bleachers. Mark said the atmosphere was electric, a roaring wave of green and gold, and the energy surged when the Broncos pulled off a real upset, a game nobody predicted they’d win. He also said he got to shake hands with a linebacker afterward, something he’d never wash his hand after.
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The shirt became more than just cotton and ink, for Mark; it was a connection to a specific time, a feeling of belonging, a reminder of triumph and shared camaraderie. It symbolized the underdog spirit of WMU, their refusal to back down, their commitment to “Fight On,” even when facing bigger, more well-funded teams. He had that shirt until he had to give it away, and it felt like a little piece of my childhood went with it.

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But I still hunt for those shirts, occasionally. Searching in antique stores, or online, hoping to find a small piece of my brother’s past, and a piece of my own. Seeing the Broncos logo, weathered and worn, still ignites a spark, remembering the feeling of shared excitement and hope that only a football season, especially that particular one, could bring, and I remember Mark.
Holding that shirt, you understand. You remember a specific day, a time, the promise of something truly, deeply special, and the fierce, enduring spirit of the Broncos, forever emblazoned on faded green and gold cotton, a testament to the fact that fighting on really does matter.



