That was the slogan for Minnesota's homecoming in 1980, when we played Michigan. I think we played them tough, but lost, and Michigan went on to actually win the Rose Bowl that year, probably the only time Schembechler ever did.
Going from SD to NY to visit my mom's parents, we drove through Michigan every summer, often camping there. The Mackinaw bridge was awesome, and we often camped at Indian Lake. It seemed to me that Indian lake was only 5 feet deep. We would go out to swim in this lake and walk out to mark off where the deep water was. Only Indian lake got to about shoulder height, and I kept walking, and walking and walking and I was like a quarter mile away from shore and it was still shoulder height. I never did find the limit because I headed back in. Shoulder height was still pretty deep and it felt freaky being so far from shore.
Michigan in the 19th century was populated by a lot of Canadians. I have lots of relatives who settled in Michigan, and looking in the censuses in Michigan I found lots of people with Canadian spouses, or parents born in Canada. I found that interesting that the national border was so porous.
Detroit was, of course, surrendered to the Canadians in the War of 1812, but the Mr. Hull who did so is only connected to me by a very distant line. Not a direct descendant of George Hull and Thamzen Mitchell like I am.