Have you ever seen the movie Radio Flyer? There is one part in that movie that sticks out to me. In the movie, their is a jerk-off alcoholic stepfather, referred to by the boys as the King, who always gets drunk while listening to southern banjo music. He will then proceed to beat his two stepsons (one of whom is portrayed by Elijan Wood). Near the end of the film the King has sworn to never drink again, but that ends up not happening. The mother of the two boys comes home and finds that her sons and husband are not home. She discovers to her horror a bunch of empty beer cans and that the southern banjo music is playing. She realizes that the King is drunk and doing God knows what to her kids. As she runs to frantically search for her kids, the southern banjo can still be heard. The music is so disturbing to her at this point she falls to her knees, screaming for the music to stop.
For the 2009 game, all of the signs were pointing to an upset and a Michigan victory. Ohio had just clinched the Rose Bowl in a dramatic OT victory over Iowa, and were now going on the road in a game they did not need for the Big Ten title. I have never seen us beat Ohio as a Michigan fan. Needless to say, I was excited. After some stupid mistakes, crappy officiating, and play from players who may very well have been ineligible...yeah.
It was like if you were running in a race. You thought you had a chance, but your hated rival ends up winning. Then, right before the finish line, you tripped and fell, face first, and your face landed in a huge pile of crap. Dong punch.
At the end of that game, the Ohio fans felt a need to cheer about their team beating a 5 win team. They kept doing their trademark crap cheer. I could hear it. It sucked, but I could understand that they were happy for their team.
However, even as I had left the stadium and was walking back to the car with my buddies, they continued their stupid cheer. They would not stop. It was driving me crazy. I felt like the mom from Radio Flyer, who was begging for the music to stop, but it wouldn't. Going back to the running race, it was as if, after you hated rival beat you and saw you laying on the ground with your face in a pile of crap, he ran up and pushed your face down to rub it in the crap. Geez, their team had ALREADY WON. Couldn't they just be happy? Why did they have to rub our faces in it?
While this is far from the most classless thing Ohio fans have done (see Brian's story) it was classless. They have continuously rubbed our faces in this losing streak that they attained with the services of at least 6 ineligible players (that we know of).
I am so pumped for tomorrow. But I have a question. If Michigan wins, I want to rub Ohio's face in it. Their reminders of how long it has been since we have beaten them, even though we have been playing fair and they have been cheating, is too much. However, I don't want to sink to Ohio's level. So my question is: How far is too far? I was thinking that I could yell at every Ohio fan: Ohio lost! That wouldn't be nearly as classless as them. But is that too much. Should I just be happy my team won and not say or do anything? I feel a little dirty for even asking this, but those pos have driven me nuts.
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