HUNTINGTON BEACH, Calif. — The helmet will not go easily. He has had it since arriving at Michigan, five years, same helmet, same face mask. Every spring he would hand it to the equipment man for safekeeping, and every fall he would make sure to get it back. Once, after a practice in his junior year, an excited fan tried to grab his chin strap, yank it off as he ran past. Elvis Grbac made the save.
“I almost lost it,” he says. “It was down to its last snap.”
He will keep the helmet, he swears, for ever and ever. Holding onto Michigan will prove more elusive. You get your time in college football, and then, poof, it’s over. Grbac is again on his last chin snap.
So while it seems like yesterday that he leapt through the curtain, racing onto the field as a substitute quarterback during the biggest game of the year, against Notre Dame, on a cloudy Saturday afternoon in Ann Arbor, and the announcers said “Elvis . . . Grbac? Well, this will really be a test for Michigan” — while all that seems like yesterday, it really was a lifetime ago on the college football clock. There were high times since then for this gangly kid with the short blond hair, there were Rose Bowls and Big Ten titles and weekends spent as the No. 1 team in the nation. There were injuries and crutches and bruises and aches.
But after Friday’s Rose Bowl, Elvis Grbac, son of immigrants, engaged to be
married, lover of basketball who admits when he arrived in Ann Arbor he
“really didn’t know much about football” — that Elvis Grbac will hang up his uniform alongside storied U-M quarterbacks such as Benny Friedman, Rick Leach, Steve Smith and Jim Harbaugh.
And he outpassed them all, in his ratty old helmet.
Imagine that. Up from the depth chart
“Did I surprise myself at college?” he says, standing outside a hotel training room, waiting to be taped for one of the last times in his Michigan career. “Yeah, I guess I did. I bet I surprised some of the coaches, too.”
Count on that. When Grbac arrived, he could have had “BOTTOM OF THE PILE” stitched on his uniform. People forget that the Wolverines were already stocked with high school All- America quarterbacks during Elvis’ freshman season, and that he was fifth on the depth chart going in. They forget that he really played only one year of full-time high school football, and that all Gary Moeller knew when he recruited him was, “Elvis could throw the ball and hit somebody with it.”
Not exactly a promise of greatness.
But sometimes, you’re just wearing the right helmet. Demetrius Brown was supposed to be starting quarterback in 1989, but he was declared academically ineligible. Michael Taylor was next in line, but he was injured in that very first game against Notre Dame. There were other quarterbacks Bo Schembechler could have gone to, but the heads turned, and look, here came Grbac, all 6-feet-6 of him, loping onto the field like an excited young deer. And the Elvis jokes began and there was, you might say, a whole lotta shakin’ going on.
“He has grown so much through football,” Moeller says now. “There’s such a difference in him. He really learned the game here, and he keeps learning.
“He was also my first quarterback as head coach here. And whatever happens, he’ll always be special to me because of that.”
Elvis’ head hasn’t grown too big
Elvis and his helmet have seen some fine moments over the years. There will always be that fourth down against Notre Dame when he shook the heavens and called for a bomb instead of a safe running play — and had Desmond Howard not pulled in that pass by his fingertips on a dive in the end zone, well, who knows what we’d be saying about Grbac today? But Desmond did. And they won that game. And they won the Big Ten title. And they won it again this year.
In fact, Grbac has lost only two Big Ten games in his entire Michigan career, and both of them were by single points. He owns all the big U-M career passing records: yardage, completions, attempts, touchdowns. He is No. 1 on the charts.
And yet, were he not so tall, you would still barely notice him walking across your path. Some quarterbacks seem to bubble with presence. Trumpets sound. Women gather. Grbac slides right past you, under a baseball cap, looking at his feet. He hangs out with linemen. He’s engaged to be married.
But quarterbacks determine the era, don’t they? The Gino Torretta Era at Miami? The Rick Mirer Era at Notre Dame? The Elvis Grbac Era has one more page to turn.
“I can still remember my first practice, the two-a-days,” he said. “I had never seen anything like it. And now I’m down to my next-to-last practice. .
“It has been amazing what has happened to me here. . . . That’s why I want to keep my helmet. Just put it on my desk and always have it to look at. I’m gonna wear it Friday, and then one more time in the Senior Bowl.
“And then I’m gonna steal it.”
He laughs, and goes in for a taping. Sometime this spring, another helmet will slide onto another Michigan quarterback and begin to take shape, swelling with the dreams of the young man inside it. Life goes on. You keep your chin strap snapped as long as you can.