I swore to myself that I wouldn’t be one of those guys who diaried about the state of the program but, God Damnit…a few recent diaries have sent me over. People waxing poetically about the good ole days when Michigan won because our helmets had wings, and our atmosphere was just fine because our boys knew we loved them. About how all this shit with App St, 2008, Boren and Wermers and Feagin is hurting the Michigan legacy, and, by golly… its just not fair!
Listen closely, Michigan is still, and forever will be, Michigan. Feilding Yost, Fritz Crisler, and Bo Schemblecher would go Woody Hayes on us if they saw us wilting like this. Snap out of this Goddamned stupor
It needs to take more than a few punches to the face to shake our faith in and love for Michigan. We’ve had a football program for 130 years…think about that for a second.
Before the #1 jersey, winged helmets, and the Little Brown Jug; there was Michigan Football.
Before Climate Change, cathode-ray tubes, and unnatural flight, there was Michigan Football.
Before there were 38 stars on Old Glory, there was Michigan Football.
We’re to let one game (App. St.), one season (2008), a little uncertainty, and a slow march through the gauntlet of rival jeering call that legacy of excellence into question? Yeah, all of those things have been tough to take and humble pie taste like shit but our fan base needed a little adversity. We had grown luke-warm. “You’re asking me to pay how much to watch a D1AA opponent?” Carr's losing his touch. Moeller was this, Bo never got it done….How ungrateful we’d become.
These experiences, as shitty as they’ve been, have amplified my love for Michigan rather than diminished it. Going to a game has always been awesome but, honestly, where it used to be a luxury for me, its now a necessity. I used to be blasé about losing MSU. The clock guy is a dick. The ref sucked. That was pass interference … no more. Fuck those guys. Let them do what they do, but when they play us, we must win. I mean, look what happens to the economy when they beat us straight up for Christ’s sake…hell, the country needs us to win.
Every once in a while I catch myself shading a tad jealous of these old timers that had front row seats to the 10 year war, Anthony Carter, and others memories I’m too young to have first hand knowledge of. I realize now that we are the ones to be envied. We have the honor of bearing witness next great era in Michigan Football. Whether coach Rodriguez is the next Bennie Oosterbaan, Bump Elliot, or Bo Schembechler, Michigan will still be Michigan. And it will always be great to be a Michigan Wolverine.
Eff…now I’m waxing poetic….