O! that a man might know
The end of this day's business, ere it come;
On the morrow we shall be bath'd in sunlight and spring football, but today, my friends, is an opportunity nearly as great and many times as wet. For this eve shall mark the inaugural Go Blue Bowl, whence a crapload of Michigan football alumni shalt descend upon the institution of secondary education known as Pioneer High School and forthwith become as volunteer coaches.
Here's yon latest roster (by graduation year) and what these noble knights hath been doing these years hence which I know what of offhand:
|Yes, Donovan, I'm getting to those.|
- Marcus Ray, BTN and WTKA analyst
- Ron Bellamy, head football coach West Bloomfield
- Dave Pearson, (don't know; I'll ask)
- Bennie Joppru, who calls himself "NFL bust, major weirdo creep" on twitter
- Cato June, head coach of Anacostia in D.C.
- Andy Mignery, WTKA radio personality
- Chris Perry, a non-MGoBlog reader
- Brandon Williams, director of Go Blue Then and Now
- Earnest Shazor, working in health care
- Roy Manning, University of Michigan Athletic Director and CEO and Future-Creating Chief Visionary Officer Dave Brandon Who Has a Six Pack Cornerbacks Coach at the University of Michigan
- Marlin Jackson, director of the Fight for Life Foundation
- Jerome Jackson, sometime MGoBlog reader
- Steve Breaston, NFL free agent
- Tim Massaquoi, college counselor and clinical psychologist
- Jason Avant, NFL free agent
- Donovan Warren, NFL free agent who's been trying to start up a new youth football league
- Jordan Kovacs, NFL safety for Miami
- Mike Schofield, NFL draft prospect; and
- Jeremy Gallon, pint-sized NFL draft prospect.
Also on hand this evening: precipitation. Yes, we're playing anyway.
There's one spot left on the alumni teams. The event is to help launch the same three Fight for Life Foundation programs in Ann Arbor and environs that have helped so many disadvantaged kids get back on track in Indianapolis.
Diaries as Soliloquy:
To foul, or not follow, that is the question.
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to put
their 50-percent free throw shooters on the line
and in so doing, give ourselves a chance to respond,
Or to take Caris LeVert's arm
against a three point attempt of troubles
And by opposing end them?
O mighty Izzo! Dost thy teams lie so low'?
Are all thy conquests, glories, triumphs, spoils,
accomplished with talent of so little measure?
I know not, gentlemen, what you intend,
Who else must be let blood, who else's recruits were of such rank:
If I myself, there is no honor so fit
As State's death hour.
You three, Sheehey, Fischer, and Vonleh,
Have sworn for four years' term to live with me
My fellow-scholars, and to keep those statutes
That are recorded in this schedule here:
Your oaths are pass'd; and yet to transfer/NBA exits you subscribe your names,
That his own hand may strike his honour down.
Hark. a program in miniature.
Best of the Board
BETCHA CAN'T HIT BETSA
The latest in softball is freshman phenom Megan Betsa threw a no-hitter. Your move, Wagner. Also: WTH, athletic department who scheduled the baseball and softball games at the same time as the Spring Game?
Ghost of BCook's Ethics (?) started an interesting discussion topic: Michigan basketball recruits who didn't live up to the hype. Other than a handful of obvious guys there aren't all that many on the ground. I submit Amadou Ba. Not a hyped prospect, really, but it was cool to have a big man from Africa. He played just 43 minutes in his career behind Courtney Sims, Graham Brown, and Chrus Hunter. Just think of monster slams where we could yell "BAAAAAAAH!"
ETC. Next Beckmann (seriously asking, is it not obviously Karsch?)? An HTTV for Penn State fans. Just offer in-state Drew Brees already! Show up early for the spring game to see the Schembechler museum, or stop by tonight to see a giant statue of the man who most defined the Michigan
we know today they're now systematically replacing with monuments and such.
Your Moment of Zen:
Sometimes an opponent's last-second, contested three-pointer goes in. Other times…
As night descends, so we reach the final act.
Liveblog Chaos Mitigation Post. O heavy lightness, serious vanity, prevent the misshapen chaos of well-seeming forms.
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How did we get here? Enter Hamlet.
To be, or not to be: that is the question.
11/9: Michigan 100, Slippery Rock 62. 1-0
11/12: Michigan 91, IUPUI 54. 2-0
11/13: Michigan 77, Cleveland St 47. 3-0
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
11/21: Michigan 67, Pitt 62. 4-0
11/23: Michigan 71, K-State 57. 5-0
11/27: Michigan 79, NC State 72. 6-0
12/1: Michigan 74, Bradley 66. 7-0
12/4: Michigan 73, WMU 41. 8-0
12/8: Michigan 80, Arkansas 67. 9-0
12/11: Michigan 67, Binghamton 39. 10-0
12/15: Michigan 81, West Virginia 66. 11-0
12/20: Michigan 93, EMU 54. 12-0
12/29: Michigan 88, CMU 73. 13-0
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing end them.
1/3: Michigan 94, Northwestern 66. 14-0, 1-0
1/6: Michigan 95, Iowa 67. 15-0, 2-0
1/9: Michigan 62, Nebraska 47. 16-0, 3-0
To die; to sleep; no more;
1/13: Ohio State 56, Michigan 53. 16-1, 3-1
And by a sleep to say we end the heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to.
1/17: Michigan 83, Minnesota 75. 17-1, 4-1
1/24: Michigan 68, Purdue 53. 18-1, 5-1
1/27: Michigan 74, Illinois 60. 19-1, 6-1
1/30: Michigan 68, Northwestern 46. 20-1, 7-1
’Tis a consummation devoutly to be wished. To die. To sleep; To sleep? Perchance to dream! Ay, there’s the rub.
2/2: Indiana 81, Michigan 73. 20-2, 7-2
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause.
2/5: Michigan 76, Ohio State 74 (OT). 21-2, 8-2
There’s the respect that makes calamity of so long life. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, the oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s contumely, the pangs of disprized love, the law’s delay,
2/9: Wisconsin 65, Michigan 62 (OT). 21-3, 8-3
2/12: Michigan State 75, Michigan 52. 21-4, 8-4
2/17: Michigan 79, Penn State 71. 22-4, 9-4
2/24: Michigan 71, Illinois 58. 23-4, 10-4
2/27: Penn State 84, Michigan 78. 23-5, 10-5
The insolence of office and the spurns, that patient merit of the unworthy takes,
3/3: Michigan 58, Michigan State 57. 24-5, 11-5
3/6: Michigan 80, Purdue 75. 25-5, 12-5
When he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin?
3/10: Indiana 72, Michigan 71. 25-6, 12-6 EORS.
Who would fardels 12 bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life but that the dread of something after death,
3/14: Michigan 83, Penn State 66. 26-6
3/15: Wisconsin 68, Michigan 59. 26-7
The undiscovered country from whose boundary no traveler returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of?
3/21: Michigan 71, South Dakota State 56. 27-7
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all; and thus the native hue of resolution is sicklied over with the pale cast of thought,
3/23: Michigan 78, Virginia Commonwealth 53. 28-7
And enterprises of great pith and moment with this regard their currents turn awry, and lose the name of action.
3/29: Michigan 87, Kansas 85. 29-7
Soft you now! The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy orisons.
3/31: Michigan 79, Florida 59. 30-7
4/6: Michigan 61, Syracuse 56. 31-7
Be all my sins remembered.
Trapped in enemy territory, their far smaller band weakened by attrition and fearing the superior recruitment of the unchallengeable and suppressive French, the English cower in fear and mull surrender, but for those bowered by their once mocked, portly, stalwart and heroic monarch. Cloaked as a commoner he walks amongst his men.
NARRATOR: With cheerful semblance and sweet majesty; that every wretch, pining and pale before, beholding him, plucks comfort from his looks; A largess universal, like the sun, His liberal eye doth give to every one, Thawing cold fear, that mean and gentle all. Behold, as may unworthiness define, A little touch of Harry in the night.
And so our scene must to the battle fly; Where- O for pity!- we shall much disgrace, with four or five most vile and ragged foils, right ill-dispos'd in brawl ridiculous, the name of Agincourt. Yet sit and see, Minding true things by what their mock'ries be.
Enter the KING.
(Hover over the links to see which diary is which)
WESTMORELAND: O that we now had here but nineteen-ninety seven's men of England, that have not eligibility today.
What's he that wishes so? My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin; If we are mark'd to die, we are enough to do our country loss; and if to live, the fewer men recruited, the greater share of honour. God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive. No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England. God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour as one man more methinks would share from me.
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more! Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host, That he which hath no stomach to this fight, Let him depart; his passport shall be made, And crowns for convoy put into his purse. We would not die in that man's company that fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is call'd the feast of Crispian!
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home, will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd, and rouse him at the name of football season come again. He that shall live this day, and see old age, will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours, and say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian.' Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars, and say 'These wounds I had on Crispian's day.'
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot, but he'll remember, with advantages, what feats he did that day. Then shall our names, familiar in his mouth as household words: Brady the King, Shoelace and Omameh, Kovacs and Campbell, Demens and Floyd, Barnum and Schofield and Roundtree, Lewan and Toussaint, Hopkins and Gallon and Mealer, Roh, and Black, and Washington and Morgan, Gordon and Countess and Hagerup and Gibbons and Moore, be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red!
This story shall the good man teach his son; and Opening Weekend shall ne'er go by, from this day to the ending of the world, but we in it shall be remembered--
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; for he to-day that sheds his blood with me shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile. This day shall gentle his condition, and gentlemen in England now-a-bed shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here, and hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks that fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day!
(Take the jump, or close the wall up with our English dead)