For basically as long as I can remember, the Big Ten season would wrap up and I would start to obsess about the next few weeks of games to determine just how the bowl selection would shake out for Michigan. Would we move up, would we get screwed, would we have a terrible match up with a mobile quarterback, etc. Obviously this year, it all ended, when the Big Ten season ended. No more drama, no more hope, no nothing. It is bizarre talking to friends from other schools and not having anything to say. It is if it really isn’t happening. I try to compare it to my lack of enthusiasm for March Madness since I can barely remember the last game we played in the tourney, but this is more strange than that. Maybe it is just me. On the flip side, I keep getting something to the effect of “you guys have been good for so long…. this was bound to happen”. That was ok for the first twenty times, I swear the next person that says it has to die. It has now become one of those dreaded conversational items that gets thrown out as a somewhat conciliatory statement, but is really seems more like a backhand slap. With a “whole lot of nuthin’” to do over the next month, I hope snake oil will be distributed in vats to further shore up this next class to ensure we are not setting on our asses again next year.