I lost a part of my family this morning. My 2004 Michigan Student Shirt died this morning, completing its transformation from holy, to wholly, to ripped. It was a good shirt, worn nearly at least once a week. My fondest memory of her was the Braylon game. She kept me warm when all other sources have heat had failed me that third overtime. May my shirt rest at peace in pieces.
And as for that lower lat pull machine, vengeance will be set upon thee.