It's 5 A.M. central time where I live. I've got my GameDay Chili in the crockpot, biscuits at the ready, a fresh 12 pack of Coke, 2 packs of Camels, kids are GONE for the day, and the 52 inch Plasma is set to go.
THIS is the day we find out about our beloved Wolverines. After two great wins to open the season, followed by two rather (expected) lackluster performances (one of them capped off by yet another set of late-game heroics from a bunch of guys)--we roll into Spartyville for an epic battle on the banks of the Red Cedar.
This game is a MUST. It can be viewed no other way. Rich Rodriguez has already dispatched Notre Dame on this year's Redemption Tour, and now he turns his focus on the upstart, rebellious Spartans of Michigan State--and so do we.
I havewritten about the culture war Michigan has been engaged in (if unwillingly) since Rodriguez was hired. Much has come from a media that seems bent on thwarting his success here, and some has even come from within the venerable walls of Schembechler Hall--but the main thrust has been forged by Michigan State and its brash, irrational coach, Mark Dantonio. He has challenged Michigan since his arrival; he has taken on Michigan players in the media. And he has made no secret of his vile hatred of Wolverine Nation.
And now his team is desperate. This once-burning furnace of revolution is now short on fuel, and the pilot light that once roared is now down to a trickle, and Michigan--Mighty Michigan--has a chance to snuff this ridiculously pompous and pretentious uprising down once and for all.
I hope we all understand what is at stake here, ladies: Michigan's rightful place as the King of the Great State of, er, MICHIGAN. The chance to show that 40 years of dominance was only interrupted by a hiccup last year, and there is not a new trend developing.
Win this game--and Michigan has outflanked, out maneuvered, out thought, and out fought these feisty Sparties, almost assuring the death of the self promoting Bible Humping would-be Prophet of Lansing and his legion of Green Weenies. We simply cannot give them any semblance of life--we cannot allow them to revive their season--and possibly the culture war they have declared on our proud Catholepstemiad.
Unite I say: UNITE! We are now all brothers for the next 10 hours. ALL of our positive energy must be directed toward our Valiant Victors as they march deep into enemy territory to RIP the Paul Bunyan Trophy back from the sickening clutches of a group of wretched souls who do not deserve to even look at it, let alone stow it away in the sewers that are known as the corridors of Sparty Headquarters.
The time is now: SEIZE this day and SEIZE back the Great State of Michigan and right all that has been so wrong for lo these last 23 months.
DEATH TO SPARTY!