to play football, not to play trumpet
Many of us may have read Maureen Dowd's Op-Ed piece on ingesting too much of a weed-infused candy bar on a recent visit to CO. The folks at EDSBS reimagined Dowd's piece as written by our very own Brady Hoke after his first experience sampling some herb. Mercifully, there's no mention of Kelly Baraka or Mitch McGary in the piece.
The short spoof and the comments are worth a look. As a teaser, here's one observation from the fictional Coach Hoke:
I noticed that if I held it in for a few seconds, I felt even more euphoric, like how Mark Dantonio must feel whenever someone properly identifies where Michigan State is.
I'm finally graduating tomorrow, 18 years after I took my first class in Ann Arbor, Fall of 1991. Obviously, this is a pretty big deal, so we're doing the whole friends-and-family graduation party at the house afterwards. My wife has been taking cake decorating classes, and got good enough at it that she's now teaching the classes at a local Michaels. We got a sports arena bundt pan from her brother a year or so back, and figured this was the perfect time to break it out. After a test run last week to check the frosting colors and whatnot, she finished up the final product today. Some pictures: (Clicky on the pictures to go to larger versions on my Gallery site.)