Hello. You have reached the end. This year's season preview is 58,430 words. Thanks to Alex and Seth for picking up positional posts and the ECU preview; thanks to Bryan Fuller and Patrick Barron for providing the lion's share of photos in these posts; thanks to you for reading.

The Stepped Upon

Preview: East Carolina. Hyarrrrr.

Opponent Watch Part 1. Rut-goers.

Opponent Watch Part 2. Don't tell PSU fans that Sean Clifford was all right.

The Story

Under The Banyan Tree. Appreciate this year for what it is, whatever it is.

Offense

Quarterback: Training wheels are coming off.

Running Back: Best in the nation, without question.

Wide Receiver: Meep meep.

Tight End: The Potatoman Cometh.

Offensive Tackle: Four men enter, two men leave. Plus depth.

Interior OL: The best guard tandem in America and a deranged Stanford man. Plus depth.

Five Questions, Five Answers: Weiss departure, QB run philosophy, throw some play action passes plz.

Defense

Defensive Interior: You just got eviscerated by that kid from the Sandlot.

Edge: Got some lottery tickets.

Linebacker: Which way, Colson man?

Cornerback: Mike Sainristil, Will Johnson, and Eh It'll Be Fine

Safety: Ya'll whiffed on Rod Moore.

Five Questions, Five Answers: There were only three questions.

Miscellaneous

Special Teams: The Pax is over, herewith begins the new Pax.

Podcast 15.0A: The quarterback section was literally an hour?

Podcast 15.0B: Ye gods we were in that room a long time.

Podcast 15.0C: Alex and Seth actually know about the nonconference schedule. Intervention?

Heuristics and Stupid Prediction: 12-0.

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A diary showed up a few days ago that had an odd title, so I clicked on it. It had odd content.

In the spring's wild embrace, balsamic delight, Aged essence concocted, both day and night. Koala mind awakens, half-sane, half-free, Vinegar's symphony, a taste that's key.

Twisted thoughts meander, leaves rustle and play, Aged balsamic whispers in a curious way. Koala-half muses, a dance in the breeze, Flavors intertwining, a tantalizing tease.

Raving 'neath moonlight, a tangy desire, Half-man, half-koala, a culinary choir. Spring's fervent fervor, a madness untamed, Aged balsamic elixir, where wild dreams are named.

The replies dug up a longer balsamic vinegar themed post from the same user posted in 2014. What a place this is. We just ate the mother of all linkrot when gfycat was unceremoniously terminated by Snap—Seth is rescuing what he can—but all of this is external. We've managed to carry forth everything posted on the front page since this site's inception in 2004 to the current day. On this here Michigan football site you can go back nine years to see if MeanJoe07 has a history of posting bizarre yet lyrical poetry about balsamic vinegar on the eve of the Michigan football season. It is a history of being a fan, with many, many downs and also some ups. Every single one of us has stared grimly at the wall wondering if it would ever happen. Well. Here it is. It might not happen, by by God they're gonna try.

Let's go name some wild dreams, on three.

[Eric Upchurch]

Go Blue.