November 20th, 2009 at 1:55 PM ^
This is off topic, but does anyone know what happened to the "Those Who Stay Will Be Champions" sign? What a cool thing that would be to actually see.
November 20th, 2009 at 2:02 PM ^
Why would something have happened to it?
November 20th, 2009 at 5:16 PM ^
A defector wrote "Those who leave will be doctors, lawyers, and engineers" or something along those lines. If he was referring to the original one. (This was way back with Bo, not this year or last).
November 20th, 2009 at 1:58 PM ^
Also this-
Your ship may be coming in, you're weak but not giving in...
And you'll fight it, you'll go out fighting all of them.
November 20th, 2009 at 3:18 PM ^
It's easy to grin when your ship comes in, and you've got the stockmarket beat. But a man worthwhile is a man who can smile; when his pants are to tight in the seat.
November 20th, 2009 at 2:01 PM ^
I have a theory that Bo may not have believed his own quote if he was watching the 2nd half of the Illinois game.
November 20th, 2009 at 2:05 PM ^
bus. Because he did that after our second half against Oregon which was equally as pathetic.
I'm pretty sure that Bo would have held true to this quote and you should too.
November 20th, 2009 at 3:16 PM ^
before the Horror and the Oregon game. Not sure what you are talking about.
November 20th, 2009 at 3:47 PM ^
Bo faced Oregon once on 10/6/1973. And, he beat a (bad bad bad) Oregon (2-9) 24 to 0.
so...I don't get it.
November 20th, 2009 at 2:03 PM ^
Hell yes my friends, remember regardless of the outcome tomorrow Michigan football is on its way back. GO BLUE
November 20th, 2009 at 5:05 PM ^
Remember that anything can happen in college football and I mean anything. My prediction may sound strange but I see a low scoring game and in the 4th quarter we will be in a situation to tie the game with a touchdown down 14-21 with like 1:30 second left. We score the touchdown and instead of playing OSU in overtime RR goes for the win with Tate running it in, winning 22-21. The crowd goes nuts we storm the field and the stage is set for a bowl and an improved next season. GO BLUE!
November 20th, 2009 at 2:05 PM ^
"David put his hand in the bag and took out a stone and slung it. And it struck the Philistine on the head and he fell to the ground. Amen." - Hoosiers preacher guy/Page ? Bible.
November 20th, 2009 at 2:28 PM ^
"Let's kick some names and take some ass!"
- Walter, The Waterboy
November 20th, 2009 at 2:12 PM ^
That no matter what the outcome of the game is tomorrow, we need to do whatever is in our power to fight off the naysayers about Coach Rodriguez. After watching the Vincent Smith video, I am now certain that this offense is going to be spectacular to watch in another year. Once we get many of the redshirted recruits on the field from the 09 class, the defense should be much better as a unit. I have confidence that the administration has faith in RR, but we need to take it upon ourselves to prevent these fickle clowns from ruining any type of foundation currently in place. Just my two cents.
November 20th, 2009 at 2:17 PM ^
Honestly, remember this:
A real Michigan Man will wear his maize and blue on Sunday... no matter what happens. If you're not with us, you are against us. Adversity will only remove the weakness, and leave us strong.
Be strong, boys. Our team has sixty minutes to fight with pride. GO BLUE.
November 20th, 2009 at 10:35 PM ^
That T-Shirt is the greatest thing ever.
Fucking awesome.
Go Blue!
November 20th, 2009 at 2:16 PM ^
No, I mean, is that sign still around anywhere?
November 20th, 2009 at 2:19 PM ^
What I mean is, why do you think it's not where it's always been (in the locker room, I guess)?
November 20th, 2009 at 2:40 PM ^
OH. Ok, I was just wondering - thanks.
November 20th, 2009 at 3:14 PM ^
People are watching. This game tomorrow has meaning for the recruits. If we support our team when they are down, everyone will know that the Michigan family sticks together no matter what. They may take the game, but they'll never take OUR UNIVERSITY (best imagined with a Scotish brogue)
November 20th, 2009 at 3:18 PM ^
Yes, I feel like for the first tiem all season, the fan base is running on pure adrenalin! I am not even sure we need a game plan tomorrow, just emotion. We have tried everything this year....and nothing seems to work. Could these guys just win on pure emotion?
November 20th, 2009 at 3:20 PM ^
It's easy to grin when your ship (running back) comes in and you've got the stock market (random OSU defensive player) beat...but a man worthwhile is a man who can smile when his shorts are too tight in the seat (can't think of anything here, help please?).
November 20th, 2009 at 3:28 PM ^
'Forward, the Light Brigade!'
Was there a man dismay'd ?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Some one had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do & die,
GO BLUE!
November 20th, 2009 at 3:38 PM ^
"Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light."
-Dylan Thomas
November 20th, 2009 at 5:32 PM ^
Translation: "We don't take shit from nobody!"
November 20th, 2009 at 3:43 PM ^
"Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our Michigan dead.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the Wolverine;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect;
Let pry through the portage of the head
Like the brass cannon; let the brow o'erwhelm it
As fearfully as doth a galled rock
O'erhang and jutty his confounded base,
Swill'd with the wild and wasteful ocean.
Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit
To his full height. On, on, you noblest Wolverines."
/Shakespeare'd
November 20th, 2009 at 3:47 PM ^
I wanna be sedated.
November 20th, 2009 at 4:16 PM ^
Someone more creative than me could probably edit this to fit our team exactly:
WESTMORELAND. O that we now had here
But one ten thousand of those men in England
That do no work to-day!
KING. What's he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin;
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more methinks would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian.'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispian's day.'
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day."
November 20th, 2009 at 4:20 PM ^
Reporter: I’m told you’re not the first Michigan coach from West Virginia.
RichRod: Who told you that? Barwis?
Reporter: He tells me it was your forebearer who fielded the original Point-a-Minute teams and afterward was responsible for the building of Michigan Stadium. I must say I do appreciate the irony of it all.
RichRod: My good sir…it does not begin or end with my forebearer or myself, we are all sons of Michigan here. That man out there, rushing the quarterback, that’s Brandon Graham, first in the country in tackles for loss. And that man over there, that’s Denard Robinson, he sir, one of the fastest players in the country. The gentlemen behind me… that’s Troy Woolfolk. His father played for the legendary coach, Bo Schembechler. It was Bo Schembechler who said to his team “Those Who Stay Will Be Champions.” There are boys here from San Diego… Deerfield Beach …and small towns from around Ann Arbor. From Pahokee… Detroit… and the Huron River Valley. Mostly all veteran soldiers now; the cowards and shirkers are long gone. Every man here knows his duty. They would make this charge even without a coach to lead them. They know the gravity of the situation, and the mettle of their foe. They know that this day’s work will be desperate and deadly. But not one of them needs to be told what is expected of him. They’re all willing to make the supreme sacrifice…to achieve victory, here… the crowning victory…and the end of this madness. We are all here, sir. You may tell them, when you return to your paper… that All were In for Michigan on this day.
November 20th, 2009 at 5:07 PM ^
nice quote, always good to squeeze some bo wisdom in whenever you get the chance. thank you for sharing.
November 20th, 2009 at 8:23 PM ^
For those who know victory requires the ultimate in self-confidence:
"Undaunted, I knew the game was mine to win. Just like in life, all of my successes depend on me. I'm the man who has the ball. I'm the man who can throw it faster than fuck. So that is why I am better than everyone in the world. Kiss my ass and suck my dick, everyone."-Kenny Powers