I guess you have a point, if you consider me passing judgement on those that pass judgment, as a bit of irony. As an alumnus, I tend to prefer to read mgblog for it's content, opinions and information regarding Michigan Athletics, rather then the bickering that, without fail, appears throughout the board. I just think commenting on grammar and passing out points for, I'm assuming, pertinent or informative content, seems strange. Has Michigan football fandom become a competition?
I must say, when I'm sitting on the shitter, reading mgoblog, it's always enjoyable to hear someone's opinion about the team, the coaches, and recruits. Mix in a little history and your have an enjoyable site. Mix in some db's (no, that's not defensive back) comment about Jim's grammar, and you have yourself a pile of dog sh$t.
But, like you alluded to, plenty of irony there.
With that said...whomever wrote the post asking people about their experiences over the years about watching football games in the presence of others....fans or non-fans...it was a great thought, and I loved reading the similarities to my own life. I'm almost embarrassed to tell all the stories about the things that have consumed me before, during or after a Michigan football game.
I live in Chicago now, and obviously there isn't as strong as a Michigan base here. But there are still many places to gather (Duffy's). As Michigan has struggled over the last three years, I have opted to watch the games solo. I become too emotional, and it's only safe for me to be left alone with my own vice.
Last year was tough, and losing to State again, brought out a side to me that I didnt even know existed. I was staying with an MSU friend who lives in Brighton. I arrived on Friday night, and went to the game together on Saturday. We sat together, but drove separately. After the game, I walked off, started to drive toward his house, then decided I just couldn't do it. His elation and excitement was something I just couldn't be a part of. So I decided to drive home, to Chicago, solo, without notifying him. He called and called and I wouldn't pick up. My wife called too. The foray thing she said was, 'I'm sorry baby' and from that point forward, I sat in silence, only to be asked 'are you crying?' As anyone knows, who enjoys a good gentlemans cry, if you are asked that...the fountain will burst. And on check, I mumbled and stumbled and tried to explain to her how awful I felt and how hurt I was by this loss. I was so angry at what was transpiring with Michigan football and the behavior of the Spartan faithful.
I ended up not making it all the way home, and stayed at some Hampton Inn along the highway near Marshall, MI. But I didn't stop before finally calling my MSU friend and apologizing for my sudden departure. It wasn't him I was mad at, it was losing....and losing frequenty, that has damaged my soul and got me to rethinking my affiliation with the mighty Wolverines. What I know, is that I love Michigan Football more than anything in life...yes, more than anything!
When my father passed away 25 years ago, at the age of 37, after taking me to every home game for 10 years, we tossed his ashes on that field, and he belongs there, as many I do, and many others. It's history and a part of our fabric, our souls, our lives. It IS who many of us are now. While I love my wife, and my family and friends, I BLEED Michigan football, and it is a part of who I am. And I'm proud of it.
I've kept a blog about some of the things I've felt over time, (I.e. After the Appalacian State loss), regarding Michigan Football. Like many things in life, I find that writing about a particular situation, serves as an emotional outlet. I guess it's like keeping a journal about your travels? It's always nice to recollect and pass on our fervor and excitement for your favorite college team. I imagine it's like that for a lot of people, (living vicariously through others),and it was nice to read others thoughts about their experiences.
Go Blue! Hail.
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