I've been here over five years, which includes the depths of Michigan Football in '08, and as an alum, for the Horror and other sad occurences, but I'm thinking today may be the day that is the most Emo of all on this blog. Brian's post(s), the Peppers visits, the Hoke/Borges comments, the anticipated defeat/humiliation Saturday, have combined to put the emosity meter at somewhere between the Goth kids on South Park, Meat is Murder era Smiths, Debbie Downer from SNL, and that teenage girl who screams "I hate you," after Mom washes her jeans.
"Oh no," you might say, "after Saturday it will be even worse", and I will disagree. Saturday we expect to happen, and really there is no deflating scenario possible that we have not already imagined to ourselves. But today? Today we hate everything, love nothing, and fear all things. We make plans for future Saturdays without Michigan Football, we debate the meaning of "fair weather fan" (J'accuse!), and we cast our envious eyes toward our rivals future this season.
But boys, I'm calling the stock market bottom today. I'm making the decision that it's up from here, if too slowly for our pleasure, and with many false starts. I'm not falling for the "it will always be like this" mentality by God, sure times are tough, and sure, many of us are pussies, but Goddamn it, we can imagine being men right? Imagining is the first step to believing, which is the next step to accomplishing, which is the next step to... something, something tough and manly. So let's stop sniffling in the corner, hold our heads up, and march out the auditorium, because, as we know, it wasn't over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor, and we're a good OC away from rising up. We can do it, who is with me?
Ok, I'll see you at the bowling alley Saturday.