I think you will get your wish.
Voracity-Type-Substance @ AOL
My mind is melting into a pool of adrenaline and incoherence it is unlikley to emerge from until the game is safely behind us. One final exhortation before the speech centers in my brain shut down:
Win, you bastards. Win. Win for Michigan. Win for America. Win for that little boy in the hospital. Win for me. Don't lose. Win.