A humble request
The die is cast. If we somehow didn't before, everyone knows the deal now.
So my request is this: be excellent to each other. There's no need to get into fights on the board tonight. There's no reason to be pissed with your loved ones. There's no reason to go tweeting at players or decommitted recruits. Be disappointed, drink a beer, and then go play with your kids or hang at the bar with friends or chat with people about better and happier times.
I like you guys (and girls, but you're mostly guys). I've enjoyed hanging with you through this mess. It's been nice to be the band on the Titanic playing "Nearer My God to Thee." So let's see it through with whatever sanity we can muster.
November 22nd, 2014 at 9:54 PM ^
November 22nd, 2014 at 9:44 PM ^
I'd like to give each and every one of you a big plate of spaghetti and meatballs and a hug.
November 22nd, 2014 at 10:51 PM ^
Today has been such a shit day and then I get out of work 20 minutes ago to see Michigan lost to Maryland and all I could muster was a grunt and a "go figure..."
This is where the team is at. Losing to Maryland elicits a reaction that is on par with finding out that the cooler that holds my favorite drink in the nearby gas station broke down so now I have to stick my warm drink in the fridge for five minutes.
fml
November 22nd, 2014 at 11:13 PM ^
November 22nd, 2014 at 11:36 PM ^
There is that saying that it is the journey and not the destination - well this game was like that. Sometimes the opponent is just too good - too fast, too big, too strong, too skillful, too many breaks going their way, too well coached - so the game slips away and it is obvious after the first quarter that it is just a matter of figuring out how bad will be the final score.
But this game was winnable and several times seemed won and yet it was lost - that is the pain. To use your Titanic analogy, it is as if all night we were on the forecastle watching as the ship dodged and scraped within inches of icebergs and finally with the lights of New York Harbor just in sight on the horizon, we get gashed under the waterline with a mammoth berg. Now we are just waiting for the keel to crack and for the stern to fall off as the screws rise high out of the water.
Happy Thanksgiving.
November 22nd, 2014 at 11:40 PM ^
party on, dudes.
November 23rd, 2014 at 1:52 AM ^