Win: Stay in A2 and drink my face off with friends.
Lose: Drive to Central and drink my face off with friends.
Win: Stay in A2 and drink my face off with friends.
Lose: Drive to Central and drink my face off with friends.
My friends from tOSU are coming into town. I'm not lucky enough to get out in case of the bad circumstance.
Loss: Shrug, sigh, and then there will be hookers. I may kill them.
Win: Wake up because my dreams are too exciting. If I don't wake up immediately, there will be hookers... and I may not even kill them. I'll later make a board thread on how this doesn't really salvage our season and that RichRod should still be fired for the rest of an abomination of the season. I could use the negbang.
Win: Jump around for a little while, hug or high five everybody watching the game with me, scream, like a little girl, go on teh mgoblag to celebrate with muppets, and have a good mood for the next week or so.
Loss: Be a RR apologist for the next nine months.
win: Ingest copious amounts of drugs
lose: Ingest copious amounts of drugs
Win will cause me to: Praise all that is good and holy and merciful in the world, affix a perma-grin to my face, then sleep soundly for the first time since 2003.
Loss will cause me to: Keep feeling like this, all winter long...
Loss: Be disgruntled and get ready for the serious part of bball season
Win: Will cause me to blow a load in my pants
Win: Gloat around town for the next 9 months.
Lose: DENIAL and declare victory.
Was in Madison this weekend with a bunch of fellow alums.
One of our buddies suggested just walking around acting like we had won and seeing what happened. The fans were generally too nice (except for a few guys a few rows behind us), so we abandoned it. Interesting idea, though...
win= yay we won, don't act like a dumbass because we are michigan not youngstown state
loss= goddamit, now i have to listen to talk about getting brian kelly for the next three months (people need to realize that brian kelly pretty much is rr so why get the same guy and lose any stability we had), listen to people say o at least we have a basketball team, watch another bull season without michigan, just makes for a really bad three months
Are you kidding? Yes, we are Michigan, but as Michigan we have suffered through 2008 and 2009. Thus, I think all are entitled to act like dumbasses if we were to somehow pull this out.
Win: Enter a euphoric state, that when combined with massive quantities of alcohol, little can be known or remembered. I like the hookers idea.
Loss: Shed three individual tears. Commence countdown until 2010 Opener vs. UCONN.
i guess i should have been more clear, don't rush the field and tear down the goal posts or burn any couches is what i consider=to being a dumbass
Win: Grin for days on end. Still hate the spread offense (sorry everyone, I just don't really like it).
Loss: This is actually not an option. Realistically it might happen, but I refuse to accept it.
Why don't you like teh spread? RR at WVU, Leach and Kelly are teh best man.
he's just a fan of Lloyd-ball. You should've seen him when he ran into Lloyd on the street, he had so much wood he could have been in a porno.
Win: Book a trip to the Motor City bowl immediately and never be so happy to be in Detroit in my entire life
Loss: (as others have said) defend RR for the entire off-season.
Win WCMT: Race to the nearest hat in my collection and put it on backwards (hey to Midwest band geekdom).
Loss WCMT: Invest in a pet otter.
Win: Probably scream like a little girl for a few hours and look forward in earnest to a bowl / next season. Early thanksgiving dinner with the family Saturday night will be a lot more pleasant. Also, wear an insane amount of Michigan gear all winter (okay, that might happen anyway).
Loss: Pray that hockey gets better, quickly.
Win: Thank the Sweet Lord that he hath slayed the Angry Michigan Blank Hating God for at least one day
Loss: Shrug, then start praying that Justin Turner, Vlad Emilien, and Will Campbell turn out to be vicious man-beasts.
Loss: Make my OSU friend walk home.
Win: Let him sit front seat so i can mock him the whole way.
Win: Drink HEAVILY with a big smile on my face.
Loss: Drink HEAVILY while crying my eyes out, crawling into the fetal position, and sucking my thumb.
Oh yeah, and winning will warrant mass text messages being sent out to everyone who gave me shit after the Wisconsin game. If a loss, I'll turn my phone off because I won't want to hear it from a bunch of assholes.
Hate those assholes!
Man that sounds like me
A win would probably be one of the most exciting moments of my short life. I would start donating endorphines to sad people.
A loss would make me disown everyone I know that calls for RR's head.
win: i will come home from the game and drink all of the beer in my mini fridge, ignore my wife while she yells at me for doing it and be in a good mood on a saturday for the first time in a month.
loss: same as above, but i will not be in a good mood and sit in the dark and listen to the doors, zepplin, and jimi...
Win: can't be sure
Lose: re-live last off season....
Win: My head might asplode all over the field.
Loss: Immediately turn off my cell phone and drink heavily,
Lose: Cry like a sissy girl
Win: Cry like a sissy girl.....and then i'd do da cha cha
I live near Columbus.
Another loss...take the same old same old I have taken for a while.
A win, hire a bodyguard. They're savages, and I ain't gonna be quiet.
A Win will cause me to call all of my osu friends and brag b/c they’ve been rubbing our losing streak in for the past 6 years.
A lost will just make me happy I don’t have to cry for another 200 and some odd days.
Win: Drink heavily in a celebratory fashion- It's been far to long since I have done this with M football
Loss: Take solace in the fact that I won at life as opposed to any OSU alum
Win: I will explode will excitment and join all of my friends for the bachelor party and see 4 girls strip for 8 hours on a party bus.
Lose: I will explode will anger and join all of my friends for the bachelor party and see 4 girls strip and slap their asses hard for 8 hours on a party bus.
A bachelor party like that would have me explode with excitement regardless of the outcome.
(Oh like you weren't thinking the same thing...)
It's gonna be legendary. Tailgate, The Game, and 8 hours of debauchery. I'm not gonna go into the shows the girls are gonna do.
Win - consume mass quantities of beer. Jump up and down and scream like a little girl.
Lose - consume mass quantities of beer. MF everybody and everything.
Win: Drink heartily and joyfully.
Loss: Punch my computer screen the first time I read a comment with "UNACCEPTABLE" in its content.
Win: A win calls for a sexy party!
Loss: Turn in my internet for kittens.
Win: I will play The Victors REALLY loud all the way down Pauline and I-94 to Jackson with the windows down no matter how cold it is and watch muppets when I get home.
Lose: Same as last year, spend way too much time and energy on recruiting living and dying on every prospects decision. And, hoping Stanford gets to the Rose Bowl so I can watch Harbaugh destroy OSU all over again.
and I get to wear Maize and Blue to work on Monday.
Lose and I start searching for my gray shirt and scarlet tie again. Sigh.
(I have an annual bet with a colleague.
I could never bring myself to wear anything OSU, ND, or MSU. I dont know how you do it.
Win: hopefully rush the field with other fans, yeah it is only a 6 win season but we become bowl eligible and beat OSU in a down year gotta celebrate. Then go have a few celebratory drinks then drive back to Illinois.
Lose: Have a few depression drinks, then drive back to Illinois
Win: Cause me to rush the field with too much excitement, find Tressel - kick him in the nuts - and spend the rest of the night in Ann Arbor jail watching myself repeatedly on Sportscenter laughing and eating donuts with the boys as we all say "That one was for Vada!".
Loss: Go on a sabbatical to a sweat lodge attempting to find the meaning of life only to have Tony Robbins tell me there is no hope, you're a Michigan fan.
Wow, that might be an interesting attempt as you stand there with only the OSU fans left in the Stadium...
Let's hope for your sake, we go for the WIN.
Win: Cause me to joy hump couch, coffee table, tv, and any nearby object, inanimate or otherwise.
Loss: Unfriend all my facebook friends who put up block O profile pics this week.
Win: Cause me to punch anybody in the throat that still thinks that RR should be fired.
Loss: Cause me to punch anybody in the throat that still thinks that RR should be fired. Will take it a step further and rip off the nuts of anybody that says Brian Kelly, Jim Harbaugh, or Les Miles will be the next head coach.
Win: Dance, sing the Victors, cry, call all my damn Buckeye friends incessantly, have an impossible time doing homework, and I will SLAP my damn former roommate. We have a standing Slap Bet concerning the OSU-Michigan game. We win and I get as many slaps on him as the margin of victory dictates.
Loss: Feel ennui, drink some, prepare to be slapped.
Win = Cry and rush the field
Lose = Cry, not rush the field, walk off heartbroken because I'm a senior and will never witness Michigan beat Ohio State as a student, or walk on the hallowed turf of the Big House.
WHAT I WISH I COULD DO:
Win: do lines of coke off parts of a stripper's anatomy.
Lose: take shots of Wild Turkey off parts of a stripper's anatomy.
WHAT I'LL ACTUALLY DO:
Win: wind up sloppy, sentimental, and nostalgic, blubbering, blabbing, and carrying on about (in no particular order) Bo Schembechler, my time in Ann Arbor and what it meant to me, John Navarre, the '98 Rose Bowl, the '04 Rose Bowl, the Big Game in '03, urinating in cups and passing around flasks for the '97 Ohio State game and getting tear-gassed after the game, losing my mind in Vegas after Bo died and Michigan lost, Tai Streets catching the slant pass in the '96 Big Game, walking out of the '02 Washington game in a huff and hearing the roar from Brabbs' winning field goal, that bar below the Blind Pig, Lloyd Carr punting on fourth and four from OSU's 36 in 2005, Tom Brady.
Lose: wind up sloppy, sentimental, and nostalgic, blubbering, blabbing, and carrying on about (in no particular order) Bo Schembechler, my time in Ann Arbor and what it meant to me, John Navarre, the '98 Rose Bowl, the '04 Rose Bowl, the Big Game in '03, urinating in cups and passing around flasks for the '97 Ohio State game and getting tear-gassed after the game, losing my mind in Vegas after Bo died and Michigan lost, Tai Streets catching the slant pass in the '96 Big Game, walking out of the '02 Washington game in a huff and hearing the roar from Brabbs' winning field goal, that bar below the Blind Pig, Lloyd Carr punting on fourth and four from OSU's 36 in 2005, Tom Brady.
Win: sing the chorus to "Make 'Em Say Uhh" by Master P, loudly and in a public place.
Loss: oh, probably...ah, hell, same thing.
Win: Watch every single video of Bob Ufer from Youtube, especially the 1979 Indiana game where Ufer says "I've never been so happy in all of my cotton-picking 59 years." And weep.
Lose: Remember that RR isn't Brewster.
(and give Thanks at this season of Thanksgiving)
Win: stare in disbelief at the scoreboard until I am kicked out. Probably won't talk to much crap to my OSU friends (yeah I know, but I'm not like that... pessimism even hinders my celebrations). Go to some parties and party like it's 1969. Spend the off season praying next year is better, but still thinking we'll be pretty bad to mediocre (damn you pessimism!!!)
Loss: Take so much shit from my OSU friend I want to die. Become quiet and contemplative because I love Michigan so much and the last few years have hurt so bad especially since 50-75% of my friends go to OSU/are diehard buckfucks. Drink a lot and probably regret transferring back here partly because of football (at least at Colorado I really didn't care). Why did I happen to come to Michigan during probably the worst 3/4 year stretch in program history? Finally I'll spend the next 9 months hearing about the coaches who I have invested so much into and trying to shut up the (growing) voice in my head that doubts them.
Win: Whoop & holler; point and laugh at my husband who refused to attend the game with his Dad because he feared it would be too demoralizing; check the facebook status of OSU fans who will surely claim that the refs blew a call or U-M cheated in some way.
Lose: Cancel my stripping gig on MichMike86's bus; feel resigned; annoyingly remind my husband (and everyone else) that this wasn't unexpected; pray that Henri stays pasted on MGoBlog for six weeks.
If we lose: Lock myself in a dark room and listen to The Cure.