"Coach Mattison told me what the Ravens were about, what he thought," Beyer said. "He definitely encouraged me. I hold his opinion in high regard."
steve everitt is the dude
Just a few more days to get in on the pre-sale of HTTV and the now-happening Hail to Hoops and Hockey and the Victors and Michigan Wooo. (working title). A lot of you held off on the second book until you were sure it was gonna get made—head over there --> and you can change your contribution to get in on the pre-sale. It'll cost about $18.50 total to get it mailed after the kickstarter.
Filed under 'V' for 'Viking'
It's the week after the Spring Game, so the OT rules have been lifted on the board and the diaries have kinda fallen back into meta things and wallpapers (jonvalk's) mostly. Everyone can pick their favorite distraction between hedging on MSC's replacement, dickering around with MGoPoints, or bringing music to Brazilians.
My distraction was this thread put up by OHbornUMfan trying to make an alphabetical Michigan Football rhyming book. I got carried away:
A is for the Andersons, who called each other "bro." Kurt played center in aught-one, and Erick starred for Mo.
B is for the Brackinses, the Vols can have them back. No matter how you spell the name the player is all-MAC.*
C should be for Carter, or Lloyd or Chappuis. But it goes to Carson and Criswell, to make their coach happy.
E we know for Edwards, of the singular jersey num--. The father he, played in Rose Bowls: three, victorious in 1.
F we'll have a falling out if ever you should say, a greater QB ever played than Friedman in his day.
G is for Glenn Edward, a name you'd never know. For though he was our greatest man, we've always called him "Bo."
H we have for Hammersteins behind the scrimmage line. Mark there saving Harbaugh's ass, and Mike there curving spines.
…and here a second honoree I simply must propose: for 'Hello-Heisman' Desmond Howard, he of that famous pose.
…and GAWD YOU GUYS I KNOW we'll never get to I. But cumong: Henne, Hart and Hutchinson, and that Willie Heston guy!
I is Jarrett Irons, from Woodland, Texas came. With he and Steele and Swett and Sword we won with just our names.
J could be a Johnson, or Jones: we've had our share. But here I'll take a Jackson, the one at corner not on air. (Marlin/Keith)
K is for Ron Kramer, and "end" he's called in song. "That guy who can do everything" I guess was just too long.
…and let's salute the Kolesars from Bob of Seven Oaks.* There's Bill the tackle and his son John, who caught that Harbaugh post.†
M is written wide in block and on the seal again. It kicks off Messner, Mandich, Molk, but always Michigan.
N is Harry Newman remember when I said, that we'll have words if Friedman falls; we'll have to start that thread.
O is Obi Ezeh—almost had you there, again! It stands for Bennie Oosterbaan, three-time All-American.
P is Mr. President, also known as Gerald Ford. Before the Constitution, he defended Willis Ward.
Q Shit this one's hard: maybe go with Quinton Washington? Well yeah, if our line stands up this year, he goes right with the rest of them!
R we save for Robinson, don't make me tell you why.
And S is for his massive smile; that's how much we love that guy!
T is for Terrific Tom, the best you'll ever see. Harmon starts with 'H' it's true, but Touchdown's spelled with 'T'.
U is for "unmitigated", forever paired with "gall", since Ufer first applied them to Ohio State that fall.
V is "Van", that's Dutch for "from" or "white guy who plays D." We've had our share but the best from there of course was RVB.
…it also stands for "Viking," comma, "pet of Brady Hoke." Another name for Everitt, a scary looking bloke.
W I leave to you say reverentially. He had a better year than Peyton, evidentially.
X is that one empty seat, for what is writ upon it. Each year we save a bench for Fritz and the wings upon our bonnet.
Y can only be one guy unless you are insane. He built this program and its house; the barn now bears his name.
Z took time to get to, the reason that that is: Zoltan Mesko punted it in two thousand and six.
Notes & Errata:
*I had classes with both brothers—I'm the year between them in age—and they're both incredibly nice guys I enjoy giving crap to. I didn't know Tim Brackens; he's an innocent victim.
** The 1942 line was called the "Seven Oaks Post."
† …in 1985 to beat Ohio State.
Rules are keep the rhyming scheme. I give myself diarist of the week because apparently M-Wolverine is catching up to me.
Your moment of zen:
Note: You can always find the most recent diaries here. Long DD thanks to ludicrous amount of great user content. [Ed: Seriously. User generated content FTW.]
Last week I used this space to make light of the Under the Lights hype, figuring an 8:00 start would be the only real difference between this and any other ho hum game at Michigan Stadium against a ho hum opponent. Well ho, hum.
I should have remembered whose house we were lighting. Today I'm looking up at Fielding H. Yost in football's Valhalla and saying "Thank you, Fielding Yost! Thank you Fielding Yost for that one!" In 'the hole that Yost dug, Crisler paid for, Canham carpeted, and Schembechler filled,' Denard finally hooked up with Roy Roundtree to cap a night that will be heard until another 132 years of Michigan football is played.
Sometimes a UFR and a Picture Page will tell you all you need to know about a certain play. This week even those of us from the School of Gary Gray Can't Cover ought to take a cue from diarists like Michael Scarn and appreciate how unbelievably great it is to be a Michigan Wolverine:
That’s how last night is for me. I need to do write about it and hope that I can do it 100th of the justice it deserves, so that maybe one day I can look back and remember just the amount and consistency of the emotions I felt.
So felt pretty much everybody, since pretty much everybody wrote a diary. Michael's is titled "Trying to Take a Picture of Big Foot" and used the tag EEEEEEEEEEEEE. Another tag rediscovered this week: HOLY @#$%, by Foote Fetish in New Friends. Even our resident oddsmaker jamiemac got home and just needed to exhale about letting good times roll.
Lordfoul has been haunted for years by the number 72, or more specifically the absence of it. While the rest of us sweated out the last two noisy drives, LF knew that Smith's score at 72 seconds signified the W was secure. MAgoBLUE watched the game in a Boston sports bar fresh from saying goodbye to the person who introduced him to sports fandom. It's stories like these that remind Enjoy Life and the rest of us to feel sorry for folks who don't care about sports.
Posts With More EEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
This is the evidence jhackney gave for how he knew ND was bound to lose:
His gonzo take is gonzo (read: awesome) but what's this about not being able to see the first couple of plays for the end of Georgia-S.Carolina—did anyone else have trouble finding the start on ESPN3 (ESPNews)?
BlueSeoul (+200 pts.) took us on a rollercoaster of a game wrap with time stamps. YOU MUST READ THIS because it is like a complete game journal except with % chance of winning (in head) give every few minutes. Promise you'll click the link and I'll let you relive the last part (language NSFW):
Riddick TD. FUCK! Fuckity Fuck, fuck fuck fuck, FUUUUUCK!
Incomplete. We spent 7 seconds for zero yards.
Gallon WIDE OPEN!!! HOLY SHIT! WE CAN KICK A FG TO TIE! Oh shit. Not a field goal....
OMG IT'S A JUMP BALL! NOOOOOoooooooo
OMG HE CAUGHT IT, YES YES YES, OMG!
Fuck, they're reviewing it
THE_KNOWLEDGE goes here.
(More analysis, aesthetics, best of the board, and Diarist of the Week after the jump.)