Quoting Henry V on a football blog is so Michigan Man.
"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."
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)
GOOD GOD LET'S GET THIS WHOLE THING GIF'ED, STAT!
It's still the same chord progression and melody that Billy Beane's 11-year-old (i.e. Lenka) came up with in Moneyball. But like every hit tunes since 1980, [Pre-Gaming with…] Pat Stansik upgraded to smash hit by complementing pedestrian songwriting with a killer music video, featuring cameos by Zack Novak, Lloyd Brady, Facepalm Guy, and MGo's own Ace Anbender. Since we can't pos-bang anymore, let this video be the first official recipient (as well as the genesis) of an Ace-Pat-Plussing:
It's okay, you can stare at that for a few minutes. There's another gif from this video for when you want to express a more negative sentiment. If you really like the gifs (pronounced hard-G or hairy-nerd-computer engineer-bloggers will yell at you), here's one for every major conference team (how much longer 'till we don't have to mention this doesn't include the Big East? Oh well, a little bit longer).
WE'RE NOT SO DIFFERENT, YOU AND I
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More where that came from, courtesy of Pdeaner.
WELLMAN VS. BARWIS: DISCUSS
Genesis of conversation is look at the fine abs on Campbell and Ash. In the opposite corner we have Brandon Graham, Will Johnson, and Terrible Taylor. And wolves. This will end well of course.
LET THERE BE LIGHT!
Raoul snuck into Crisler (…'s photobook on the women's basketball Facebook page) and posted some of the pics from the renovation. For those who remember this once dark corridor well…wow.
THE MOST ANNOYING SPORTS FAN IN THE WORLD
I think we should all just agree that Spartan fans are on top (they would happily concur) and like the OP focus on some things our own fans do that disappoint us. If this is a competition, then I'll start with by best friend's freshman year roommate, who is literally such a douchebag somebody is now getting $4.5 million for having to put up with him (We're still waiting for our checks). Also anyone who uses the term "Walverines," and the guy who thinks MGoBlog is another The Wolverine and just wants to talk recruiting, as if, like, there weren't 120 football players on the roster RIGHT NOW who are playing FOOTBALL in less than 24 hours!
ETC. It's the start of the season. Haikus everybody!
Your moment of zen:
Quoting Henry V on a football blog is so Michigan Man.
The Michigan Difference.
I'm guilty of being an annoying fan sometimes. There is something to be said about just being a lazy reactionary. It's gratifying in a junk food sort of way.
Last night, every MSU personal foul was like another Pringle.
No matter where; of comfort no man speak:
Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs;
Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes
Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth,
Let's choose executors and talk of wills:
And yet not so, for what can we bequeath
Save our deposed bodies to the ground?
/watching the ND-Navy game
Excellent post with one of my favorite speeches! I am ready for battle.
I only wish that Touissant and Clark were not now-a-bed in [Ann Arbor].
Hoke cameo at the end of the Orange Bowl video. I still have my Orange Bowl Brady jersey, think I may have to wear that today...
Because a thing seems difficult for you, do not think it impossible for anyone to accomplish.
- Marcus Aurelius, Roman Emporer
As at Agincourt, it will all come down to the accuracy of our longbows.