Mike Lantry, 1972
I have been perusing the Internet for a great picture of UM dominating ohio to set as my Facebook profile picture. I was wondering what pictures the MGOBLOG community have at their disposal or your favorite picture which best encapsulates tomorrows game.
This could mean that they come out flat and fold easily or it could mean they come out strong since it's the only thing they have to play for now that the B1G title is out of reach. I have a feeling that even if they come out strong they'll fold quickly once they get punched hard in the face. I also wouldn't be surpised if our guys are too amped up and are slow to get the steamroller going.
Thanks to clouds moving in overnight Friday, they act like a blanket keeping us a bit warmer for the early morning tailgaters! If you're out at 6am, don't expect to see too many stars with the sky still under a good amount of cloud cover. It'll be 47 degrees, but grab the extra jacket as the wind makes it feel like 42. Southerly winds are already at 10mph (leaves blow about, you feel the wind in your hair/on your skin). They'll pick up to 15mph by 9am (small twigs move) with the temp rising to 50 degrees.
High noon brings the temperature up to 54 degrees, and the wind up as well. Out of the SSW, you'll feel that steady 17mph breeze (small trees sway), and the gusts up to 25mph as well (you'll hear the wind "whistling"). Mostly cloudy skies for the kickoff.
Mostly cloudy skies for halftime, but you'll notice the cloud cover continually increasing as the game goes on. The temp goes up a couple degrees to 56, and the wind stays just as high as at kickoff.
We'll hit the high for the day of 58 around the end of the game with overcast skies. Chances for a light shower come around late afternoon, and expect the main rain event to begin while you're out celebrating the win- around 1am- so you'll end up running through some rain leaving when the bar closes! The wind gusts die down a bit to 20mph at dinner-time, and they disappear by midnight, with the steady breeze calming down to 15mph, staying out of the south. Temperatures drop to 53 by 8pm, then don't go below 50 degrees until 8am Sunday when the cold front moves through.Hail to the Victors!
Christina Burkhart is a meteorologist for NBC/ABC in Traverse City, MI. She grew up in Ann Arbor and associates Saturdays with Michigan football. Go Blue!!
This is my pre-game contribution, hope everyone enjoys it. Special thanks to Left Hand Milk Stout:
Twas the night before The Game, when all through the den
Not a person was sitting; everybody would stand
The memories were hung over the flat screen with care,
In hopes that the kickoff soon would be there;
The families were nestled all snug in their threads,
While visions of the Sugar Bowl danced in their heads;
The wife in her snuggie, and I in my hat,
Were getting pumped up to beat the players with tats,
When on the TV there arose such a chatter,
I sprang from the recliner to yell “What is the matter?”.
All over the room I flew like a flash,
Screaming and yelling “Kirk Herbstreit's an ass”
The moon reflecting on the grave of great Bo
Gave the lustre of mid-day to the Big House below
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a defensive coordinator and coach others fear
With a defense like past that helped us evoke,
I knew in a moment it must be Coach Hoke
More rapid than Denard his players they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Kovacs! now, Demens! now, Morgan and Ryan!
On, Countess! on Gordon! on, Van Bergen and Martin!
To the top of the Big Ten! To a BCS bowl!
Now blitz away! blitz away! blitz away, go!"
As dry leaves that before the wild game fly,
When they meet with a Buckeye, mount to the sky,
So up to the edges the backers they flew,
With an effective scheme and confidence too
And then, in a instant, I heard on the tube
The thrashing and mashing of their running back Boom.
As I pumped both my fists, and was turning around,
Down the sidelines the Coach came with a bound.
He was dressed in short sleeves and all covered in sweat,
And he'll never wear red let us all not forget
A mangled up headset lay down on the ground
As he looked like a coach who was making them proud.
The end of a donut he held tight in his teeth,
It was plain with no sprinkles and looked like a wreath
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he yelled like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly good coach,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
Many points of his finger and twists of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the press boxes; then turned with a jerk,
And pointing his finger with the audience in tow
Gave a quick nod as they yelled “Beat O-H-I-O”
He sprang to his team, to the guys gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, after victory's delight,
"THOSE WHO STAY WILL BE CHAMPIONS, and to Ann Arbor good night!”
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