+1 to you sir!
that is nice bonus change
About a month ago the series of posts about the last decade of Michigan football struck upon the worst 11 plays the program suffered through since everyone started wearing those sunglasses with zeroes in them on New Year's Eve. The commenters were united in their opinion of these posts:
I was with them. But it seemed not only wrong but impossible to evaluate the last decade of Michigan football without enumerating the many offenses we have suffered. The story of the aughts was Roman decline. Skipping straight to Mario Manningham with one second on the clock would have been fiddling in the ruins.
It's about seven AM on the first game week of the 2010 season. Since I am a blogger and was an engineer before that, the last time I was up this early I was 19, in the second and last of the nepotistic internships I spent the first couple summers in college fiddling away at. My mom did the driving, so she set the schedule, and I spent a couple summers groggily pawing for an alarm clock with an "6" in the hour column and sulkily resenting how useless caffeine was for me. Mornings make me stabby.
But I'm up and the feed reader's here. This is what it provides around 7 AM on August 30th, 2010:
It's been a ragged, weary summer, one that followed a frustrating collapse and a false but panicky NCAA apocalypse and the crater of '08 and I feel like I've been talking about how tired and frustrated and burned out I am for years now—the first sentence of last year's Story was "I'm tired"—which only makes the conversing about how it's tough out there for a Michigan fan more tedious and wearying and makes you want to go idle your time away on anything other than, say, the Ohio State UFR, missing for the second consecutive year. What felt like diagnosis and honesty last year now just feels like whining.
A brief survey of themes from last year's game columns:
I've got no real analysis of either team other than they're both worse than I thought. I'm burning out after two years of almost unrelenting misery, and looking forward to football season being over for the third straight year. I mean, when Michigan was down to Purdue in the second half, some fan ten or twenty rows behind me kept shouting "they've got no heart" over and over again as the guy in the row in front of me called for Rodriguez's firing. Having a conversation about Michigan football right now is trying to remember that episode of GI Joe where Destro finds a secret ninja manual in a volcano*** that allows him to kill people with precisely-applied touches: if you can just remember where the red dots are you can spare everyone a lot of pain.
EMO WHINING WITH MORRISSEY TITLE
A serious thematic analysis of the Wisconsin game is pointless. Michigan's defense is exactly as horrifying as it's been all year. Everyone wants to fight each other in the liveblog. When the MGoPosse assembled to record this week's podcast, Paul said "at least we didn't muff a punt" and I responded "they didn't punt." (It turns out they did punt once in the first half, and Junior Hemingway misjudged a short one, almost fumbling it.)
EMO WHINING CONSISTING ENTIRELY OF MORRISSEY LYRICS
Is a time
Which I must
Put out of my mind
Oh, one fine day
Let it be soon
She won't be rich or beautiful
But she'll be walking your streets
In the clothes that she went out
And chose for herself
THE GENESIS OF THE OVERUSE OF "DONG" ON THE MESSAGE BOARD WITH MORRISSEY REFERENCE… AND WHINING!
To paint with broad strokes, I probably don't have much in common with 6'3", 290 pound black guys from Miami who think it's a good idea to play for Ron Zook. Our worlds are unlikely to intersect at a Lil Wayne show or the Ann Arbor Film Festival. Cory Liuget has probably never thought to himself "that reminds me of a Morrissey song." Of late, I think that all the time.
But at around 6:30 on October 31st, 2009, we both felt like we had been punched in the dong. In Liuget's case, this is because he had been punched in the dong:
In my case, and probably in yours, you had not actually been punched in the dong unless you had decided at some point that going outside with your buddies and punching each other in the dongs was preferable to watching the metaphorical dong-punching that started when Roy Roundtree's knee hit the ground at the one yard line and has not, to my knowledge, stopped. If you managed to miss this play and its aftermath because you were outside getting punched in the dong, congratulations: this is the one and only time when your decision-making skills will ever be regarded above average. Punch yourself in the dong in celebration.
It is evidently my opinion that Morrissey sums up Michigan football of late better than anything else, and, well, yeah. Fey, petulant, wildly schizophrenic, once part of something great and now stuck in a self-loathing rut, extremely likely to fumble anything it's carrying if hit by a 250-pound linebacker, Michigan is Southpaw Grammar/Malajusted-era Morrissey to atomic precision.
But then there are the Mealers, who don't so much put the above rending of fishnet shirts in perspective as obliterate the petty concerns of everyone who pays into the fandom industry just so their boring lives can sometimes feel titanic. Elliott's mother from that AP article above:
"I questioned why I missed my opportunity to go to heaven," Shelly Mealer said Sunday night in a telephone interview as her voice cracked with emotion. "Still, I have my moments wondering if I can do this. But I know I'm here to take care of the boys because my husband always was the one who led us in his positive and optimistic way."
Elliott Mealer still feels a sense of regret and guilt for offering his girlfriend the outside seat in the back the car because she was feeling ill.
"It could've been prevented, I guess, and it could've been me," he said softly. "It's kind of a difficult thing to think about."
Elliott's brother Brock was told he'd never walk again and the "best he could hope for" was for the pain to go away in time.
Right now it's easy to be the world's most cynical man ("I don't always drink beer, but when I do I make sure to remind everyone it's made from rice and by Belgians"). This site's already thrown up Henri the Otter of Ennui and packed it in with the site slogan, until recently "nevermind, PANIC aaaaeeieieie," and every hot seat list has Rich Rodriguez foremost on the chopping block. The secondary preview begins with "what's the point of anything?" Penn State fans with short memories are making each other's dangly bits tingle by speculating about whether Michigan will ever come back. I just told that New York audience that I don't think Rodriguez is going to make it.
Brock Mealer's going to walk, though. On Saturday he's going to get up and walk under the MGoBlue banner in an act of defiance aimed at no one in particular. From the outside, what happened to Elliott Mealer and his family looks like an event that would physically and emotionally cripple anyone it happened to. It's orders of magnitude beyond any of the things I—we—have felt sorry for ourselves about over the past couple years. Something in them was resilient, though, and with the aid of this staff they'll reclaim a small part something they thought lost on Saturday.
They can—probably already have—transfer this to the people around them. As I said about Manningham :01:
In the end, the game served as a reminder that bitterness is no fun, faith is rewarded, the kids on the field are more resilient than we are, and sometimes they can let us borrow some of that.
For both us and the team it's time to put away the eyeliner and walk.
+1 to you sir!
Possibly the best article I'll ever read that devotes a paragraph to dong punching.
Yes. Yes it is.
Dark, yet hopeful with just a bit of exasperation.
Just like much of the Michigan fanbase.
Let's all remember this is a game. Let's have some hope and belief that this season will be a success. Cheer the kids on and have some fun. No sense in giving up hope before a down is played. Like it has been said many many times before, RichRod has done a lot more with a lot less at WVU. There is your glimmer of hope.
If you were my wife, I'd say take another Xanax. But, you're not. You're a guy, so I say, "quit being such a p-ssy."
Sure, two straight years of losses are wearing on anyone. The economy sucks, lots of people are out of jobs, and no one - and I mean no one - in D.C. or Lansing seems to know what to do about it except bitch at each other.
Well, guess what? The sun still shines, babies still smile and coo, Brock's going to walk under the banner on Saturday to 109,901 screaming cheers, and these are still the Michigan Wolverines getting ready to play football. And, you get to make a living in your M Go Blue boxers, sporting a remote in one hand and an adult beverage in the other.
There are lots of people who would gladly switch places with you.
Have some faith, man.
What's funny is that you don't realize that what you just wrote is, actually, the pretty obvious theme of the entire column.
Um, that's kind of the point of the post.
How - on earth - could he have said, "I don't think Rodriguez is going to make it."
That's having faith? I'd call that "capitulation".
Because it's possible to both doubt and hope at the same time?
Rodriguez may get fired. This team will probably have a less than desirable record. The point is that its time to get some perspective and stop whining. You don't have to stop being realistic, but remember what is truly important and enjoy the game.
We know Brian supports RR, but when writing this he may have been looking at all of the negatives occurances over the last few years and thought "RR is a great coach, but a certain part of the UM fanbase never gave him a chance, thus, they will call for his head regardless of a 8-4, 9-3 season."
I suspect that Brian, by saying he thinks Rodriguez won't make it, is predicting far worse than 8-4. The talent and experience deficiency in the secondary as well as suspect linebacker play make 6-6 predictions well within the realm of possible and would probably lead to a dismissal. Of course, if we score 40 points a game and go 6-6, I bet Rodriguez is back and I personally cannot envision a scenario where he should be dismissed with 8-4 or 9-3
And then we have the MGoBlog faithful who fawn over his every word.
Here's my preview:
This year is going to be fun. It's going to be a shoot-out and Al Pacino's speech will aptly apply. We will fight for every inch and hopefully that'll make the difference between winning and losing. Take every game for what they are: The greatest sport, in the greatest stadium, with the best team in the world.
I'll be there Saturday screaming my lungs out. Will Brian Cook? Or will he be sitting there with head phones in his ears listening to emo music?
Good preview, bro...
Bouje, you are such a douche.
Brian lives and dies with this team you tool.
But yes, man up, quit the whining, and FIGHT! What happened to Take it Like a Man? Good for the reader, but not the writer? Yeah, for all those that said it, there was an attempt at the "Look Mealer has it bad...but the whole 'the best thing anyone can write is about death and maiming..."....? I mean, wow, I get the point, but it comes off horribly. Take It Like a Man, Brian, and stop Aiiieeeee'ing all over the place.
"Nothing is written."
Look no further than the Horror...we were a top 10 team, there is no reason that we can't flip that script this year.
as to the Horror, does anybody have a link to Mich. v. Appalachian State review/reaction blog from this site. I know it may seem like a suicidal act to want to read it, but I do just for historical purposes i.e. I just wikipedia(d) the Apollo 13 Space mission just to read about it. (I am not going to get anything done this week at work, period, so I am just rolling with it.) if anybody has a link to this blogs aftermath of the Horror, put it up for me, would ya?
There is a blog archive in the left column.
Though it may not contain the "happy kitten blog" that was put up in the immediate aftermath of the Horror.
Or it might, I just know I'm not going to go look for that game, especially this week.
for the info.
I should not make MGoMix 2010 a Morrissey compilation interspersed with selections from the MMB. Got it.
Great stuff, Brian.
That is all.
Whatever happens this year, I feel confident the team will play hard, and there will be moments of joy. Go Blue!
We are going to turn some heads this year. And it starts Saturday with a royal ass-whipping of the Huskies.
Last year a team cobbled together from freshmen, walk-ons, disgruntled/questionably-intentioned vets, and one force of nature (#55), was one win away from a bowl game. They:
-Lost to MSU in OT
-Lost to Iowa on the final drive
-Lost to Illinois after the infamous "Pokemon Stand" at the one yard line
-Had one viable option at QB (a spindly true freshman) who played the second half of the year badly hampered by injury.
-Lost Dave Molk to injury at the start of the spiral. Before that the line was becoming reliable.
It's game week, so the tissues get put away, you trade your Morrissey for the Smiths at their peak (or whatever gets your RAWKs off), and you begin a tea and honey drinking regimen that will have your throat ready to contribute to the intimidation of the UConn Huskies. It's time to get that hard edge!
Dang. I was just getting the hang of putting on the Maybelline Tammy Faye Baker Raccoon Black.
Bouje is melting down, Brian is going mopey, leaning on Morrisey lyrics and I am already fretting about pointspread movement for this weekend's games.
Sounds like we're all in midseason form.
Should be a fun three months. Perk up Fearless Leader, it's about to get really interesting and hot in here.
I'm just sick of Brian's defeatest WHOA IS ME attitude.
We're fucking Michigan. We should expect to win every year.
If we start of 0-2 then yeah PANIC RR is done. BUT LET THE KIDS PLAY THE FUCKING GAMES!
at the stadium with comfy beds so we can all wallow in blissful ignorance? or better yet, those psych ward beds with the straps on them. that would be nice...
Come on, man. I love this blog, but you're getting seriously... depressing. And needlessly so. Nobody is ever going to degrade a sports blogger for being eternally optimistic about the team he blogs about. So maybe there's a lot to be depressed about with the team. It's not ALL depression. Kick yourself in the ass and get moving. Go outside. Breathe. Remember that life is good and football will be fun. No matter what.
Did you read the entire post? That was the WHOLE POINT of the column. Especially pay attention to the ending poem.
The whole point of the column is:
"We're in the shitter. I even think we're in the shitter. But the sun rises, the games are yet to be played, and the impossible isn't. They told Brock he'd never walk. Saturday he will. And if Brock can do the impossible, so can this team."
Those who stay will be champions
It's time. Go Blue!
Screw those who don't get it. Great piece of writing.
Go Brock. Go Blue.
is that the Mad Men clip didn't include Christina Hendricks or January Jones.
Hey- this is the kind of season preview that all of the pundits write for the Indiana Hoosiers every year. Wake up man- get a grip.
Like get this problem with quotes at the start of comments fixed. Change the site banner to the one you like best. Walk the dog. Anything, really.
I just told that New York audience that I don't think Rodriguez is going to make it.
Dave Brandon just sacrificed the Michigan-Ohio State game for the good of the conference, so everyone else can have either Michigan or Ohio State in their division. Nobody wanted to be in a division without either us or them. That should make you feel good about Michigan football -- when push comes to shove, we are still the freaking gold standard in the Big Ten.
Do you really think a guy like that, who finds himself between a rock and a hard place and then tries gamely to sell it, is going to fold on Rodriguez before his contract ends? Or do you mean this team isn't going to win more than 5 games this year? Or do you mean this team isn't going to be very good in 2011? Please explain...
FWIW, I'd like to (seriously) hear more about that. I'm pretty far from the action and I can only guess about what's going to happen.
... I would have a "defeatist" attitude about things that I hoped for. My reasoning was "If I expect the worst, I won't be disappointed". But guess what, by having a mindset of expecting the worst, that is exactly what I got!
So, even when certain things hint of doom (our secondary), some hint of great things about to happen (more experienced QB's, O-Line, more experienced D-Line, more senior leadership, team hunger, unity). I have a feeling this is a team on a mission that is going to surprise everyone in a great way. Just a hunch...
GO FREAKING BLUE!!!!!!
Wow, Brian. This blog is an incredible venue for Michigan fans, but I gotta say, this post is pretty depressing. I think that you should save some of the sourness until at least after week 2 when it might be appropriate (hopefully much, much longer).
Counting down to kickoff Saturday is like counting down to Christmas. And on Christmas Eve, you just told us that Santa Claus isn't real.
The aughts are fucking over.
Here's to a new decade filled with championships and Heismans.
The fact that this is part one gives me hope that Brian will spring some positive vibes on us. I really respect his opinion and this post was a bummer. I feel much more optimistic than he, and hope he's wrong but I can relate to being bummed. I appreciate his honesty so when he does feel good about the program it will be obvious. I think he's wrong tho. I expect good things this year.