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 accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day
Unverified Voracity Ain't Today, Either
A quick tour around heartfelt pre-OSU posts in the Wolverine blogosphere before they all expire:
Like many things in life that end broken, this started with good intentions all around.
Rich Rodriguez watched from the sidelines while Michigan avenged Carr and desecrated the Tebow Temple. Chad Henne dropped redemption from the sky into the waiting hands of Adrian Arrington and Mario Manningham. Mike Hart fumbled and laughed and Michigan were The Victors.
I dreamed of spread offenses and 70 point thrashings, a wild new Michigan built for the Mayan Apocalypse, slaughtering the Big Ten with lightning from the Yost Ages, standing atop the Big Ten as the world ended.
It was spitting down rain all morning, and it only picked up for gametime. I took one last lap around the stadium I'd always known.
If there was any justice in the world, they'd have won last year, so I didn't have high expectations. Not with Mike Hart hobbled and Chad Henne barely able to lift his arm and guys not named David Harris at linebacker. And so we yelled and screamed and Beanie Wells had 172 carries and Mario Manningham dropped 18 passes or something and Ohio State won an excruciating 14-3 game.
It wasn’t until 2004, my freshman year, that I really paid close attention to the Michigan football team (i.e., emotional investment). Before every game that season, I signed on to AIM and left an away message up: “Chad Henne, lead us to victory.” And though it worked a few times that year, it never did for the one that counted.
And for the last five years of my life, the week before Thanksgiving has been one of cautious anxiety. 2006 was devastating.
These are family values: wagons circled, debris, numb to the great outrage, taped ankles and a fuck you if you're not with us; look me in the eye and know that eventually this will all pass. They'll remember this day when they're old and sit on dusty sofas dozing in and out of consciousness. You lost a lot but not your dignity. And you realize that it wasn't just about winning but about patience and faith that it would get better.
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
So today in class I was doing a wrap up with my students on the Civil War and I was taking their questions for clarification, and one of the students asked "Mr. Yostal, if Sherman's March to the Sea broke the backs of the Confederacy, and it looked hopeless, why did they keep fighting for another six months?"
I sighed for a moment, not because it was a bad question, but because it was such a perfect question. I told him, essentially, that hope dies last. No matter how bad things look, no matter how impossible the odds, no matter what it says on paper, no matter what things look like around you, if you genuinely and truly believe in something, you will fight for it until you cannot fight any more or until someone comes in and tells you that it's time to stop, and even then, you're not sure you should stop. Because you don't know, something might happen, something might go right, and maybe you pull it out, even when it seems impossible.
I then glanced back to my blackboard and looked at my score prediction once more, Michigan 31, Ohio State 27. I looked over on my whiteboard, where I had written an excerpt from "The Team Speech", and I smiled.
We may be down to our final gasps of air and sips of belief, but hope dies last.
Craig, for THAT I owe you a beer. Tremendous thought. Stop in and see me anytime, you got one on me.
Now this is the Law of the Jungle -- as old and as true as the sky;
And the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the Wolf that shall break it must die.
As the creeper that girdles the tree-trunk the Law runneth forward and back --
For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.
I know this team will fight tomorrow, things might seem bad now but I know things are going to get better in the future.
why have i not smartened up and added to feed to midnightmaize until today? love me some crappily endearing paint action...
Think we stand a fighting chance tomorrow.
Problem is, OSU seems to be able to stand against the ropes and fight back. I've seen that out of them all season.
However, when they get against the ropes and start faltering, that's when another huge punch is a death blow.
I'm hopeful that the team will recognize when this is happening and make sure to tighten up even more, and stick to the game plan. If they can land that death blow at the right moment, I'm confident we'll see a Michigan victory.
The game hasn't been played yet, so we stand a chance.
Here's to the DL crossing the streams on that ectoplasm filled mouth-breather Boren.
lost at home to a USC team that gave up 55 points to Stanford.
They looked awful against Purdue, really struggled on offense in a bad loss.
They are the better team, but we got a shot.
...but there's no denying that Michigan sure has some kick-ass fuckin' bloggers.
National Association of MgoBlog Love Affair. I'll check to see whether the acronym is in use already. Just let's root for our boyz tomorrow regardless. We can win this one for the seniors. Senior Blue fans like me, for example, who won't be moving on to the next level, unless we're referring to death. Go Blue! Give 'em Hell.
I liked the other posts, but the Shredder rounds things out quite nicely. They may have the spread and the predictions, but we have paint.
I'm kinda confident for some reason today. We need to win the turn over battle and Tate has to have a game like Notre Dame but I think we'll pull this one out. Go Blue!!
i walked into that stadium with the buds and plopped my butt down in the south end zone. Little did I know what was in store for me....that 40 years later i would still be reveling in that victory.
I know not the outcome of today's game. Nor do i claim some gut feeling or intuition. As much as I want the Wolverines to win, the outcome could never sway my affinity for a team that has brought me literally hundreds of hours of honest and exciting entertainment.
go blue. thanks for the memories past and to come.
If you have never experienced the sheer joy of rushing the field at the Big House, keep going until you do. There is nothing else like it in the world ceptin maybe snorting coke off the ass of a hooker in a limonsine on your way to a Stones concert in Cancun with the winning lotto tickey tucked securely in your jock strap. Maybe.
Notice the colorings...
This could be the biggest interdimensional cross rip since the Tunguska blast of 1909!