somehow we're only 124th
Haunts, Taunts and Shock - MGoBlog Rhyme Crime 1103*
I don't get it.
I was furious last night we lost to Sparty. Today i realize that we just aren't that good. Support the coaches, the players and let's all pull together ti make this team better. Expectations lowered.
After the Akron game I was pissed, after the UConn game I realized this could very well be a LONG season, after penn state I realized I have had enough of running the hbs into a wall of tacklers and after Saturday I'm glad I had the unexpected misfortune of not being able to watch the game. Turned my radio off early in the third and was very frustrated. Haven't even thought of going back and watching
Just shoot me.
Cool. Another way to complain about all the same things over and over again. Neat.
I'm not so sure about the analysis but I agree with ruining OSU's season.
It will be like the Bo years. OSU will come into the game undefeated, top 5 national ranking, and an upstart Wolverine squad will send them packing with the loss, sending their fanbase into a frenzy about how Michigan has somehow stolen their Buckeye birthright.
For this to happen but c'mon fellas wake the fuck up and smell the flowers ( not roses since it's been 6 years ) uncle Urbz is going to pull a woody and run the fucking score up to 60 if he can
But i liked it
On some distant world
The M Club banner's unfurled
Players are leaping to touch it
But as for that world, fuck it!
For back in this miserable month of November
Michigan just got dismembered
An offense without coherence
I'd be pleased with Al's disappearence.
Fire me, fire you
Fire the whole damn maize and blue
Not that my bitching will fix this whole mess
But I'll see you all on TWIS!
Not that I have one.
And posts like this which are horrible are okay? I don't get it.
Not the deepest football analysis, but it sums up what a lot of us are thinking and arguing about pretty well. And the rhyming and syntax are not too shabby. When I read it I imagined Eminem's voice, and it worked.
unless you're over the age of eleven.
I like cheese
cheese likes me
your poem sucks
and so does a hooker