MANBAWW FOOTBAWW Is Beginning To Warm My Aorta
It was a cold winter. Not just because the mercury in my thermometer froze, but because I felt Jack Frost nipping my aorta. The 2010 season ending in disaster sent me into seclusion in an undisclosed location. For what it’s worth, Dick Cheney is a horrible bunk mate and cheats like hell at Risk. I was lost for months being dissatisfied with the Gator Bowl Massacre, the ensuing drama of Rich Rodriguez firing, and HOKE being hired in his stead. My theory was that if you are going to fire a coach, make sure the next guy is better. HOKE to me at the time fell way below this standard. I thought he’d make a good run at the WWE giving the people’s pointer, but not for head ball coach at the University of Michigan. I dropped away from MGoBlog for the winter/spring/and most of the summer. Although I had many items on my plate such as world domination, running up my phone bill on a suicide hotline, and practicing the French Horn in my hang out to piss off Cheney.
After leaving my bunker and pleasantly surprise that the nuclear radiation was fairly low, I began thawing my icy demeanor to prepare for the upcoming season. I began surfing through the posts of MGoBlog for motivation. Even though the quality of the posts was high, I needed something more. I loaded the canoe, grabbed my closest confidant, dipped into my suitcase of goodies and took to Bearwallow Pond. Bearwallow Pond is home to the most fierce man eating chain pickerel known to man. As I came to peace with myself battling the forces of evil and experiencing a full blown visionquest that would make Jack Kerouac blush, I realized that I must buy into MANBAWW FOOTBAWW or never be a Michigan fan once again. I chose the former because not being a Michigan football fan is forfeiting your soul. If I wasn’t a Michigan football fan, I would be destined to hang out in Columbus being a Blue Hornet’s groupie and bestowing myself a wife that I will only meet in the realm of World of Warcraft named Grundela.
September 3rd, 2011. The long cold offseason is over. I finally get to see the maize and blue streak out onto the feet. Unfortunately, I could not see them due to the heavy haze that settled into Midwest that threatened to pose serious health problems to Gorgeous Borges. It was hotter than a pair of monkey balls in July. The on the field reporter had a gadget that looked similar to a speedometer. She claimed it was to read the temperature on the ground. I then became convinced that it was a speedometer when it read 131. That was definitely Denard just walking by.
The first quarter drive by Western Michigan brought back flashes of beavers, atomic bombs, sad kittens, and death. I witnessed a MAC team slice through the Michigan defense like I had many times before. This time was different though. I did not have razor blades and salt readied for added pain because I held out hope err…HOKE. Thankfully the touchdown by Michigan at the beginning of the second brought me back from the edge.
At the beginning of the second quarter I also noticed that Carder was having difficulties with audibles. I have not attended a game since the finalization of the renovations (soon to change). I was pleasantly surprised that opposing teams may now have to worry about hearing the correct calls before snapping the ball. Lay the largest library bullshit to rest.
Western Michigan again began exacting a slow painful mauling of a defense again in the middle of second quarter. It looked as if the defense once again was helpless as earthworms after a rainstorm before the turning point of the game came in the form of a 94 yard interception return for a TD by Brandon Herron. After I completed a whole rearrangement of my house in a reenactment of the Herron return, much to my roommates chagrin, I had a different feeling in the pit of my large intestine. Something broke in favor of the Wolverines at a time when it was desperately needed. It was a fix that was finally met after a three year withdrawal that put most Wolverine fans in Nirvana.
After the turning point in the game, WMU began to cave. I find myself more empathetic for self destructing behaviors after witnessing a horror show full of them these past three years. This may explain my deep connection to self mutilators, Jersey Shore fans, and ohio citizens.
Gibbons is an animal. Not in the way that separates someone for exceptional accolades, but an animal in that he has instincts for inclement weather. After Michigan’s third TD, Gibbons sensed the Monsoonpocalypse barreling down the I-96 corridor. He missed an extra point. We should have respected his all powerful warning because the series of storms that followed wreaked havoc on the stairs and fabrics that occupied the Big House.
After one restart and another delay, Brandon showed the WMU athletic director his pimp hand and the game was finished. Although the game was a washout win, many fans in and out of the rainpocalypse felt refreshed. There was a new buzz in the air. A buzz filled with HOKE. The defense became aggressive unlike ever before in the A.C. era. (After Carr). Kovacs proved that his blood lust was not a fluke as he single handily made Carder crawl into a fetal position headless, The kicking game was ok?, no beavers were spotted or harmed in the game, and no one feared a Josh Groban rendition. Rainbows, happiness, and FOOTBAWWW had returned to Michigan, or did it?
I can speak for myself and I am sure many others are in agreement when through all the celebrating in the American traditional way of killing brain cells with multiple substances at a single time, there lingered a itching worry that this may be the same feeling of after the UConn 2010 win. Notre Dame will be the next test. They have plenty of talent but a habit of Plaxico Burressing themselves in the foot. The defense will surely get a test and save any other bat shit crazy act from mother nature, this will be the first full game of the season. Which means the first fourth quarter of the season. If Gibbons starts missing extra points, head for the hills. If Brian Kelly has an aneurism and collapses on his face, stick around.
We shall be one step closer to finding out if we have caught some wind in our sails to the promised land, or if we will continue to wallow in our own poop deck.
-Go Blue
P.S. Due to insane first week of work, pictures and videos have been excluded. Please don’t hold it against me. I'll find you.
September 8th, 2011 at 11:35 PM ^
Cheney cheats at Risk? Bastard!
Keep gonzo alive!
September 8th, 2011 at 11:57 PM ^
Perhaps he should taken Congo as a penalty?
Yeah, I saw that Seinfeld Risk episode last night.
September 9th, 2011 at 8:05 AM ^
He shoots attorneys... and other things.
September 8th, 2011 at 11:42 PM ^
dr;ju;tr;fgau
"didn't read; just upvoted;then read; felt good about upvoting."
September 9th, 2011 at 12:00 AM ^
Good to see this poster at it again. (Maybe he's been active the past few months and I just haven't noticed.)
September 9th, 2011 at 12:05 AM ^
Gibbons didn't miss an extra point.
It was blocked because the timing between the Center and Holder was off (high snap) and a WMU defender broke through the line.
September 9th, 2011 at 7:50 AM ^
He also kicked it pretty low.
September 9th, 2011 at 12:06 AM ^
Can you get me off the hook, Tom? For old times' sake?
September 9th, 2011 at 12:19 AM ^
Great combination. Keep practicing! We need good French horn players.
I will vigorously order beers at my local sports bar and wear Michigan gear on Saturday evening. I didn't see any Domers around last Saturday, but that doesn't mean they aren't going to come crawling up my leg with a knife in their teeth when I'm not looking.
September 9th, 2011 at 1:04 AM ^
I hope it is, indeed, MANBAWW FOOTBAWW that is warming your aorta and not inflammation.
September 9th, 2011 at 1:20 AM ^
Dick says he has reviewed your diary entry and wants the two of you to go hunting, like stat.
I told him that you are busy with Michigan Football and to call back some other time.
September 9th, 2011 at 2:13 AM ^
Hackney you fiend it is good to have you back on the board. As far as manball, take Hunter's advice and buy the ticket, take the ride!
September 9th, 2011 at 6:34 AM ^
I like the French Horn...
September 9th, 2011 at 8:44 AM ^
Loved the read. Gonzo influence is strong.
September 9th, 2011 at 9:33 AM ^
Thanks for this - btw, Grundela is pretty hot...
September 9th, 2011 at 10:09 AM ^
It was a long off season for all of us, friend. I'm glad things started off with a W. Here's hoping we can make it 2-0 tomorrow night!
September 9th, 2011 at 11:54 AM ^
September 10th, 2011 at 1:03 PM ^
Great to see you back.
Where is Steadman when we need him?
September 11th, 2011 at 7:34 AM ^
Welcome back to you as well J. Keep flying the flag for us.
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