I'm going to bed in a moment. It's late.

And I need to work tomorrow.

But let's be honest for a minute - Corporate America is getting nothing out of me tomorrow and that's gonna need to be OK, especially on a January 2nd when most people are just trying to remember their name and what they do for a living. Sorry corporate America. (Ok - I'm totally NOT sorry - but read this anyway...)

I was raised on Michigan Football. The first game my dad ever took me to was the infamous Wangler to Carter TD game against Indiana. I spent my Jr. High and High School years in Ann Arbor on Saturdays. It was just what I grew up on. Maize and Blue crack cocaine. There's worse things, I suppose.

My dad was a quiet fan. Loved it. You really never got to see it. But it was there....and I think he'd admit that it was covered up by some corporate BS - he had to work. It was just what he did. You never really 100% knew what he was thinking. It was just how he was. That's fine.

As fate had it, I ended up in East Lansing for college years. I was at the Rose Bowl in 1988. MSU beat USC. It was truly one of the most memorable college experiences I had - and again - lots of family to thank for that situation. And it taught me what it meant to win there. SPECIAL place, SPECIAL environment. If you haven't been - you need to go. JUST DO IT. You'll thank me later.

Michigan. Alabama. National title at stake. Lots of drama. Was a lot of that drama self-inflicted? Sure. Did it add to the stakes? Sure. Would dad have loved it? Sure.

Guess what? They won. They pushed the chips into the center of the table on 4th and 2 from their own 30 and won. They sent Nick Saban home. They're playing for a Natty. Dad would have loved it. He may or may not have admitted it.

I found myself earlier this evening screaming into the dark "LET'S GO!!!" from my back patio after Jaren Milroe was stopped on 4th down from the 4 yard line, at the Rose Bowl, in OT, with all the Maize and Blue hopes and dreams on the line. And I can't stop thinking about my dad tonight. And how he'd have laughed at the end of that game. And how my react was exactly what he would have been thinking.

For better or worse, I was raised on it - and I'm an emotional wreck tonight. What a day. What a night. He'd have loved it.

So - for John Wangler, Anthony Carter, Steve Smith, John Kolesar, Jamie Morris, Gary Moeller, Elvis Grbac, Anthony Thomas, Desmond Howard, Lloyd Carr, Brian Griese, Mario Mannigham, Braylon Edwards, Mike Hart, Chad Henne, Denard Robinson, Jeremy Gallon, Devin Gardner, Aidan Hutchinson, David Ojabo, Hasaan Haskins, and last but not least, Ralph Frederick: Go Freaking Blue. Let's win a fucking Natty.

One more to go.

May God have mercy on my soul if the Lions win a Super Bowl. I'm getting too old for this shit. Can't our teams be normal, for Christ's sake?

That's all. Good night.