Last night I had a dream (nightmare?) about the Michigan-Western Michigan game. It's freaking February. It's seven months until kickoff.
We lost 24-14. Tate was erratic and ineffective. He was wearing #9 and even in my freaking dream I was all like "Uh, no dumbass, he's supposed to be wearing #5. WHATEVA!" Anyway, we floundered around for the first two quarters but managed to be up 6-0 at half. (Gibbons!!!) Then I played a game of NCAA '09 (because REAL football is boring? I have no idea) and when I turned it back the game was over and I was sad. On the other hand, I do remember thinking, "Well, at least we scored a TD." It was not the most awesome dream I've ever had.
I'm sure no one cares, but if I'd told anyone else about this they'd probably think I was, you know... obsessed or something.