Airing of Grievances

Holy crap guys. It's Christmas Eve. Tomorrow is it. The singular day that each of us anticipates. For those of you with kids, admit it, its bigger than their birthday. Just don't tell your wife. It's been a long offseason. A longer 2,477 days. It's been 1,785 days since I moved to Columbus. I know, my fault. But rest assured, I'm sick of it.

It's been 1,384 days since Bo.

I'm sick of 3-9. I'm sick of home for the holidays. I'm sick to death of these ESPN 'experts' claiming that we won't start a new opening day winning streak. I'm sick of Holtz' lisp. Hell, listening to the Toledo game, I'd be just as well not driving back to my home state at the asscrack of dawn tomorrow. We don't have a chance.

I'm sick of ennui. I'm sick of repeated posts about our secondary. I'm sick of seeing a fucking otter every time I get online to check on my favorite distraction. I'm sick of 'There are...' posts. Sick of neg bombs, sick of non-qualifiers and defections. I'm sick of Michigan not being a powerhouse, sick of being an afterthought. I'm sick to my stomach.

Tomorrow is a new day. The first new day since four interceptions. The first new day since stretching became a crime against humanity. The first new day since wings were earned. And what a day it will be. 65 degrees and windy. Football season.

Tomorrow is a new stadium. It's a new chance. For our team. For Brock. For our program. It's a chance to make room on the bandwagon, not only for those 'experts' at ESPN, but for the 49% of Michigan Stadium that has lost their faith. That yearns for 6-6. Tomorrow is a new beer. (I finished all of mine early tonight, so as not to miss the alarm...)

Tomorrow I will get free water, a really expensive program, and an opportunity to lose my mind the first time I hear The Victors.

Our players are scattered throughout Ann Arbor. They're more pumped than we are, most won't sleep. The chip on our shoulders is a whole fucking block to them. Each and every one of them carries it like Atlas. If the Freep angers us, it must turn their entire world red. They will be ready.

So will I.

Hail.