alternate headline: man does job
George Will recently wrote that when archeologists excavate American ruins centuries from now, they may be mystified by the Big House in Ann Arbor. “How did this huge football emporium come to be connected to an institution of higher education? Or was the connection the other way?”
This comes to us by way of Michigan Today, from a 1938 university-produced recruiting movie aimed at bringing more women students to Michigan. The film includes clips of Louis Elbel conducting The Victors on the 40th anniversary of the greatest fight song in college football.
For those interested in some looks at Ann Arbor and Main Campus before WWII, the Michigan Today article has the entire film available, plus some choice excerpts at http://michigantoday.umich.edu/2011/09/1930s-women.php?tr=y&auid=9456174.
For the football and marching band bits, click here
Over the past few weeks I have seen a lot of great College Gameday sign ideas come through this board. Yet, I find myself in the hotel room with a blank sign, a thick marker, and a lack of drawing skills. Any last minute ideas? For the people that are going to Gameday what time are you thinking of getting there?
Long story short, I might be in the opposite position of most people who post ticket questions on the board. Come Saturday, there is a definite possibility that I'll have two surplus tickets for this Saturday's game vs. ND under the lights...but I won't know for certain until Saturday morning/afternoon. Thus, stubhub or "legitimate" ticket brokers are not an option for me. I've sold spare tickets the day of the game before, but it's typically to a scalper because it's a random game vs. a MAC/Indiana/Minnesota type team and I'm more interested in getting to tailgating, brats, and Bell's Two-Hearted rather than trying to make an extra $10-20. Needless to say, Saturday will be a historic game and will be a very different situation. I'd be looking to cut out the middleman so I would get the maximum return for my tickets while simultaneously hooking up two M fans. They'd be primo seats: on the M sideline, section 24 or 25 ( somewhere between the two 40 yard lines, I forget off the top of my head), and a row somewhere in the 40s. In retrospect, this isn't a very short post at all, but the question remains: where is the best spot (EDIT: PHYSICAL/GEOGRAPHICAL location in or around A2) to find people (read: M fans milling about) in need of tickets for Saturday's game? Like I said, I'd really prefer to sell these tickets to good people (again, read: M fans) and not to someone who will turn around and sell them again, especially since I'll be sitting next to whoever ultimately occupies those seats.
It was a cold winter. Not just because the mercury in my thermometer froze, but because I felt Jack Frost nipping my aorta. The 2010 season ending in disaster sent me into seclusion in an undisclosed location. For what it’s worth, Dick Cheney is a horrible bunk mate and cheats like hell at Risk. I was lost for months being dissatisfied with the Gator Bowl Massacre, the ensuing drama of Rich Rodriguez firing, and HOKE being hired in his stead. My theory was that if you are going to fire a coach, make sure the next guy is better. HOKE to me at the time fell way below this standard. I thought he’d make a good run at the WWE giving the people’s pointer, but not for head ball coach at the University of Michigan. I dropped away from MGoBlog for the winter/spring/and most of the summer. Although I had many items on my plate such as world domination, running up my phone bill on a suicide hotline, and practicing the French Horn in my hang out to piss off Cheney.
After leaving my bunker and pleasantly surprise that the nuclear radiation was fairly low, I began thawing my icy demeanor to prepare for the upcoming season. I began surfing through the posts of MGoBlog for motivation. Even though the quality of the posts was high, I needed something more. I loaded the canoe, grabbed my closest confidant, dipped into my suitcase of goodies and took to Bearwallow Pond. Bearwallow Pond is home to the most fierce man eating chain pickerel known to man. As I came to peace with myself battling the forces of evil and experiencing a full blown visionquest that would make Jack Kerouac blush, I realized that I must buy into MANBAWW FOOTBAWW or never be a Michigan fan once again. I chose the former because not being a Michigan football fan is forfeiting your soul. If I wasn’t a Michigan football fan, I would be destined to hang out in Columbus being a Blue Hornet’s groupie and bestowing myself a wife that I will only meet in the realm of World of Warcraft named Grundela.
September 3rd, 2011. The long cold offseason is over. I finally get to see the maize and blue streak out onto the feet. Unfortunately, I could not see them due to the heavy haze that settled into Midwest that threatened to pose serious health problems to Gorgeous Borges. It was hotter than a pair of monkey balls in July. The on the field reporter had a gadget that looked similar to a speedometer. She claimed it was to read the temperature on the ground. I then became convinced that it was a speedometer when it read 131. That was definitely Denard just walking by.
The first quarter drive by Western Michigan brought back flashes of beavers, atomic bombs, sad kittens, and death. I witnessed a MAC team slice through the Michigan defense like I had many times before. This time was different though. I did not have razor blades and salt readied for added pain because I held out hope err…HOKE. Thankfully the touchdown by Michigan at the beginning of the second brought me back from the edge.
At the beginning of the second quarter I also noticed that Carder was having difficulties with audibles. I have not attended a game since the finalization of the renovations (soon to change). I was pleasantly surprised that opposing teams may now have to worry about hearing the correct calls before snapping the ball. Lay the largest library bullshit to rest.
Western Michigan again began exacting a slow painful mauling of a defense again in the middle of second quarter. It looked as if the defense once again was helpless as earthworms after a rainstorm before the turning point of the game came in the form of a 94 yard interception return for a TD by Brandon Herron. After I completed a whole rearrangement of my house in a reenactment of the Herron return, much to my roommates chagrin, I had a different feeling in the pit of my large intestine. Something broke in favor of the Wolverines at a time when it was desperately needed. It was a fix that was finally met after a three year withdrawal that put most Wolverine fans in Nirvana.
After the turning point in the game, WMU began to cave. I find myself more empathetic for self destructing behaviors after witnessing a horror show full of them these past three years. This may explain my deep connection to self mutilators, Jersey Shore fans, and ohio citizens.
Gibbons is an animal. Not in the way that separates someone for exceptional accolades, but an animal in that he has instincts for inclement weather. After Michigan’s third TD, Gibbons sensed the Monsoonpocalypse barreling down the I-96 corridor. He missed an extra point. We should have respected his all powerful warning because the series of storms that followed wreaked havoc on the stairs and fabrics that occupied the Big House.
After one restart and another delay, Brandon showed the WMU athletic director his pimp hand and the game was finished. Although the game was a washout win, many fans in and out of the rainpocalypse felt refreshed. There was a new buzz in the air. A buzz filled with HOKE. The defense became aggressive unlike ever before in the A.C. era. (After Carr). Kovacs proved that his blood lust was not a fluke as he single handily made Carder crawl into a fetal position headless, The kicking game was ok?, no beavers were spotted or harmed in the game, and no one feared a Josh Groban rendition. Rainbows, happiness, and FOOTBAWWW had returned to Michigan, or did it?
I can speak for myself and I am sure many others are in agreement when through all the celebrating in the American traditional way of killing brain cells with multiple substances at a single time, there lingered a itching worry that this may be the same feeling of after the UConn 2010 win. Notre Dame will be the next test. They have plenty of talent but a habit of Plaxico Burressing themselves in the foot. The defense will surely get a test and save any other bat shit crazy act from mother nature, this will be the first full game of the season. Which means the first fourth quarter of the season. If Gibbons starts missing extra points, head for the hills. If Brian Kelly has an aneurism and collapses on his face, stick around.
We shall be one step closer to finding out if we have caught some wind in our sails to the promised land, or if we will continue to wallow in our own poop deck.
P.S. Due to insane first week of work, pictures and videos have been excluded. Please don’t hold it against me. I'll find you.
I thought I would check with the board here regarding my plans for the ND game this Saturday. I do not have tickets for the game, bu I am planning to travel to Ann Arbor for the "world's biggest wine and cheese party" (TM).
I have an MRI at U of M hospital Taubman center scheduled for 2:20 PM Saturday. Due to the influx of traffic, I assume I'll need to schedule my arrival for approximately 3 AM last Wednesday to have any hope of making it in time. The appointment should take between 1 and two hours. So, at approximately 4 PM, I will begin my journey here:
If I intend to see and do everything I want to see, I'll need to move quikly. I'll begin by walking south past Palmer Field. At Geddes Ave, I'll hang a right and wander through the Diag, stopping to pray on each cardinal direction around the center. During this walk, I will be tweeting to find out where my peeps at. That will determine my next destination.
From the Diag, I will attempt to make my way towards State Street, singing a marching tune to keep my spirits on my long trek!
After a brief visit at BOX and the other house parties, I will probably continue to head west towards the stadium. It should be approximately 6PM at this point, and the band should be prepping at Ebel field. I will depart from there and wander further south towards the golf course tailgates. I promise not to invest too heavily in the house parties.
After all this wandering, it will be near 7 PM, and time to get into downtown and find somewhere with a television, a seat and a beer.
At this point I will have my legs sent into the shop for their 50,000 mile service. I get it free with the prefered options plan, you know.
You don't think I can do it, do you? You don't think I can walk over four miles, drink heavily, make it through the night game, then walk an additional mile back to my car at the medical center at 11PM, do you? Well fie on thee!
But seriously, if somebody could save me a spot at Bar Louie or BWW who gets there like four hours ahead of time, that'd be awesome.