This may have been discussed here already, but what is the reaction to Massey short-arming that pass to the end zone? I want to check with the pious to see if we are filing this under “these are 21 yr old college kids, not professionals, they give 100% for UM and we should love them all no matter what they do on the field,” or if I'm a bad person because I got pissed.
Turns out I’m not even pissed though, its worse then that.
Slaughterhouse-Five, as many of you prob know, is a book about a guy named Billy Pilgrim, a WWII American POW in Germany who witnessed and survived the fired bombing of Dresden, along with other WWII POW-type carnage and atrocities. After Dresden the surviving Americans wander off out of the city but come back the next day to look for spoils, riding in a carriage. Upon arriving back in Dresden, it is pointed out to Billy by a couple of Kraut doctors that the horses pulling their carriage have neither proper bits nor horse shoes. Billy gets down and sees the bleeding mouths and cracked hoofs, and bursts into tears. It’s was the only time he cried during the war.
In my time following UM football, I’ve been wrapped in a fairly comfy cocoon of predictable emotion. Elation following important wins and blowouts. Annoyance following poor performances in a win. Applying a balm of perspective and all-time scoreboard to the stinging frustration of a loss, with varied results.
This season has exposed the M football fan to a series of numbing events and shocking imagery for which we simply are not equipped to deal. I watched UM have a FG blocked them muff a punt within 3 minutes of each other. Witnessed Zoltan get blocked. Saw NW 3rd and goal from the 17 converted. A white Northwestern receiver broke 10 yards open behind our coverage on a 53 yard touchdown pass. As I have since Toledo, I shuffled these events into the context of the game, loosely calculated their effect, and waited.
Then that goddamn pass to Massey. I’m not trying to go Lou Holtz or Nick Saban on you, nor am I trying to kick dirt in the face of a 21 year old kid. But when that pass went up I said, “touchdown.” Watching a senior’s hands go up for the ball (on senior day), then jerk back down as he tensed up, and north-freakin’-western intercepted the tying score... that was the play that finally got to me.