"Rodrick Williams Jr.'s 10-month old, 2-foot-long savannah monitor named "Kill" gets the RB some strange looks when they go for walks together."
You have passed Brian in MGoPoints, and have therefore brought irreparable shame to yourself and our entire community.
This villainy cannot and will not stand.
I suggest that you commit ritual seppuku. If you would honor me, I will be your second.
I wear a 7.5 if we're talking baseball caps, I'm not sure what I
wear in ass-hat, maybe somewhere between J. Lo and Niecy Nash. I
will hold myself out there for the slings and arrows of my fellow
Michigan fans, yes I booed.
I'd flown in from New
Orleans to go to the game with my Dad, I'd had a particularly stressful
week at work and my threshold for atrocity was low. I kept
telling mysef they're just college kids, they're trying hard, they
aren't doing this purposefully to torture you, be nice, don't
boo, don't boo, don't boo. I held it together for awhile.
Greg Matthews fumble, "damn, that sucks".
Morgan Trent fumble, "that is ridiculous, how does this keep happening?"
Steven Threet interception #1, "ouch,"
by this time my resolution not to boo was disappearing into a rage far
from maize, then Steven Threet threw what looked to be a dead cat into
the air with seconds remaining in the first half, picked off, then it
happened "GET OFF THE FIELD YOU SUCK! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" And like
that I was on my feet ranting and raving hurling expletives (that the
nine year old next to me will probably repeat gleefully
ad-nauesum all week) insulting a 19 year old who undoubtedly felt
much worse about his on-field performance than I did (and probably
handed his dissapointment much better).
In case anyone
beleives in Karma, here is some validation . . . My Dad (an older
gentleman) had not been feeling well all day and at halftime asked if
we could leave, since I drove him to the game, I had no choice and
walked out with my head-held low; yes, I left at half-time and missed
Michigan's greatest home comeback.
I was wrong, please take me back dear Wolverines, oh and to the 9 year-olds parents, I apologize.