When Michigan went to East Lansing to play the Spartans a few times in the late 80s and early 90s, we had to use the balls we brought because Sparty's were shriveled.
Haven't the kids in the Big Brothers/Big Sisters program been through enough without being subjected to this basketball team?
Also, you want the Michigan ticket holders to do better? Is this Dave Brandon's burner account? "Come on, you ingrates. Show up and consume the slop we feed you. How dare you have standards?"
This certainly is a new low. I'll agree with you there. But the blame lies at the feet of the head coach, and increasingly the AD if he doesn't act decisively.
I knew all I needed to know about Warde when I watched the way he handled the sign-sealing allegations in the fall. It was a master class in needlessly getting your ass kicked in the court of public opinion.
You really have to squint to make the argument Warde’s tenure has been a success. You have to really contort reality to believe Jim’s distrust of Warde wasn’t a primary motivation behind his departure.
Per the Gospel of John U. Bacon:
“Harbaugh's attorneys, who had been trying to work with Michigan to keep him in Ann Arbor, said, however, it took until the proverbial 11th hour on Wednesday for Michigan to give in on certain contract language. By then, it was too late. After months of Michigan rejecting the contract terms his lawyers proposed in late 2023, a source with knowledge of the negotiations told The Detroit News that Michigan finally agreed to Harbaugh's proposal on Wednesday afternoon when Harbaugh was already in the final stage of discussions with the Chargers.”
But I dunno, the Olympic sports are doing okay, I guess.
I will enthusiastically root for Jim to win in the NFL and will even go as far as to add one of those sweet powder blue shirts to my collection. My enthusiasm for Jim to succeed will only be matched by my desire to see Warde Manuel thrown out on his fat keister.
I can just imagine Jim's introductory press conference:
"Falcons are birds. Obviously Ravens are birds. I've got my chickens at home, and they are birds. So it fits. Harbaughs and birds, we go hand in hand."
How is Warde still employed? Beilein walks under his watch. Juwan drives the basketball program into the side of the mountain, yet will hang on for another season apparently. Erik Bakich departs, and I'm not sure if we still field a baseball team. This past football season, we got absolutely destroyed in the court of public opinion with no pushback from the athletic department. Harbaugh is about a hair's breath away from leaving on the heels of a national championship, and the biggest hang ups between him and a contract he can sign center on the fact that he doesn't trust his AD as far as he could throw his fat ass.
I watched Michigan win the Rose Bowl over half a lifetime ago. I was just a kid starting college and didn't properly enjoy the victory because I was too focused on the half of the national championship we didn't win instead of the half we captured.
If we only knew how deep the valleys ahead would be. We lost Bo and The Game in a matter of hours, and then Appalachian State came to town the next fall and shook our program to its very foundation. We responded by unmooring ourselves from our core identity, mistaking change for progress. The spread offense was a false doctrine, followed by snake oil peddled by a man willing to trade tickets for soda pop lids. As the losses to our rivals began to pile up, we welcomed a conquering hero back to Ann Arbor. It was a match made in heaven, but that didn't mean we didn't have some hell left to crawl through in order to get to the pearly gates.
Jim Harbaugh's arrival wasn't the end of our suffering; it was only the beginning of the end. A college football program is a lot like one of those impossibly long ships that haul iron ore across Lake Superior. You can't turn those on a dime; you need time, patience, and a strong pair of hands on the wheel.
By 2020, it seemed like Jim had run out of time, and a large part of the fanbase had run out of patience. Trouble with the snap, a bad spot in Columbus, postseason futility, an inability to execute the forward pass - Michigan's football program took on the feel of a production of Shakespeare's MacBeth. Players and assistants came and went, but the entire enterprise seemed hopelessly star-crossed. Double, double toil and trouble.
But Jim's hands never wavered, and somehow it all turned around. A winning culture bloomed from a crack in the sidewalk. Last night, we won the Rose Bowl again, and this time, I savored it. There is nothing that can tarnish this for me, not the rival fans with their talk of asterisks or the prostitutes who make their living as competitive yellers on ESPN. The glass has never been more full, and next week, it has the chance to overflow.
Our punt returners likely got a lot of flack from the coaches over the course of this season when they elected not to catch punts that bounded inside of our 20-yard line and were downed. Our returners got better at coming up and decisively catching punts to help gain field position in the later stages of the season. In this case, Morgan erred on the side of aggression, which (as we all learned the hard way) is not the way to solve all your problems.
Yes. I must be foolish for not having a subscription to the WSJ, which uses Paul Finebaum as a primary source in an article about Jim Harbaugh while still reporting that Harbaugh's contract offer was rescinded by the U of M.
I really enjoyed Lloyd's walk-off against an Urban-led Florida squad. That win has become more impressive with the passage of time in light of that Florida team winning another national title the next season and what Urban went on to do in Ohio.
In my opinion, the most deflating bowl game loss in my lifetime was the Outback Bowl against South Carolina on Jan. 1, 2018 when we built a 19-3 lead in the third quarter and seemed to lose interest from there. Don Brown was running around the sideline looking like an escaped mental patient with his moustache dyed orange (I know, I know; it was for a good cause. But when you're in the midst of blowing a 16-point lead, it just looked ridiculous) as we handed a victory to a vastly subpar South Carolina team. Adding insult to injury, the rest of the B1G Ten went undefeated in their bowl games that year.
When Jim got here in 2015, we dreamt of the day we'd beat Ohio State, win the B1G title and play in the Rose Bowl. We envisioned a Michigan team that could stand toe-to-toe with Alabama, coached by a man capable of matching wits with Nick Saban. That day is here. Enjoy it, because nobody knows what tomorrow holds.
The NCAA, citing the "intent to deceive" clause that Harbaugh has thumbed his nose at since taking over the program in 2015, cut 23% of the plays out of Michigan's playbook in advance of the College Football Playoff.
We did this last year with Blake and a few of the O-linemen. I remember it being said that they weren’t giving anything up financially by coming back due to their NIL deals.
I’ll say it again today. Michigan has no insiders. This program is surrounded grifters who have no useful connections when push comes to shove. Almost everything they’ve tucked behind their paywalls has been misinformation they were fed by their “sources” or fan fiction they wrote when their digging came up empty.
If anyone here is still paying the insiders behind the paywalls, I’d stop now. They’ve been wrong every step of the way on this whole deal. And if they can’t come through on the biggest story in recent history, can you trust them on anything else?
We lost the PR war on Day 1 of this thing and then let them kick our proverbial corpse around for two weeks with no response. “We’ll get our day in court,” we said. “The perception will change when the facts come out,” we said.
And we were wrong. The institutions we took for granted and depended on to deliver justice kowtowed to the irrational mob. The assertions we knew were preposterous took hold and will forever be viewed as fact. “Michigan cheated” is spray painted across the Internet, and all the John U. Bacon chuckling in the world won’t diminish it.
A lot of people come over the bridge this time of year to hunt deer up in the UP. When I was a kid, my grandfather told me a story about a time he was comparing some notes with fellow hunters in front of a gas station on his way to deer camp. A car pulled up, and the guy who stepped out of it looked like he was on his way to an LL Bean catalogue shoot. He strutted over and told my grandfather and the others that he’d already bagged a deer. They pegged his accent and demeanor as Chicago or Detroit - a city slicker. This was obviously puzzling because he was driving a midsize sedan and there was no sign of the deer.
“Where’s the deer,” asked one of the guys.
”It’s in the trunk,” replied the city slicker, “You want to see it?”
The mystified group of hunters walked over to the back of the sedan, and with much bravado, the city slicker popped the trunk to reveal a dead goat.
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When Michigan went to East Lansing to play the Spartans a few times in the late 80s and early 90s, we had to use the balls we brought because Sparty's were shriveled.
Haven't the kids in the Big Brothers/Big Sisters program been through enough without being subjected to this basketball team?
Also, you want the Michigan ticket holders to do better? Is this Dave Brandon's burner account? "Come on, you ingrates. Show up and consume the slop we feed you. How dare you have standards?"
This certainly is a new low. I'll agree with you there. But the blame lies at the feet of the head coach, and increasingly the AD if he doesn't act decisively.
I knew all I needed to know about Warde when I watched the way he handled the sign-sealing allegations in the fall. It was a master class in needlessly getting your ass kicked in the court of public opinion.
Ladies and gentlemen, this post is for the birds.
RIP, Norm
I made a deal with the devil. We got the football national title. In exchange, we also have *gestures wildly at the basketball program*
*S&M
You really have to squint to make the argument Warde’s tenure has been a success. You have to really contort reality to believe Jim’s distrust of Warde wasn’t a primary motivation behind his departure.
Per the Gospel of John U. Bacon:
“Harbaugh's attorneys, who had been trying to work with Michigan to keep him in Ann Arbor, said, however, it took until the proverbial 11th hour on Wednesday for Michigan to give in on certain contract language. By then, it was too late. After months of Michigan rejecting the contract terms his lawyers proposed in late 2023, a source with knowledge of the negotiations told The Detroit News that Michigan finally agreed to Harbaugh's proposal on Wednesday afternoon when Harbaugh was already in the final stage of discussions with the Chargers.”
But I dunno, the Olympic sports are doing okay, I guess.
I will enthusiastically root for Jim to win in the NFL and will even go as far as to add one of those sweet powder blue shirts to my collection. My enthusiasm for Jim to succeed will only be matched by my desire to see Warde Manuel thrown out on his fat keister.
I don't read anything that isn't on a backlit screen.
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Because Goofy's busy writing Harbaugh to the Chargers stories.
It takes all kinds to complete a bell curve.
I can just imagine Jim's introductory press conference:
"Falcons are birds. Obviously Ravens are birds. I've got my chickens at home, and they are birds. So it fits. Harbaughs and birds, we go hand in hand."
Grammar police, arrest this man.
"One more year! One more year!"
- Warde
How is Warde still employed? Beilein walks under his watch. Juwan drives the basketball program into the side of the mountain, yet will hang on for another season apparently. Erik Bakich departs, and I'm not sure if we still field a baseball team. This past football season, we got absolutely destroyed in the court of public opinion with no pushback from the athletic department. Harbaugh is about a hair's breath away from leaving on the heels of a national championship, and the biggest hang ups between him and a contract he can sign center on the fact that he doesn't trust his AD as far as he could throw his fat ass.
Oddly enough, I started drinking Fairlife Milk because of Jim's endorsement, and I'm still drinking it. It's the best milk on the market.
I wish Malcom would have lived long enough to see this season, but that would have made him roughly 118 years old.
Bottle this one up for Jim Rome's beef segment tomorrow.
I predict a Michigan victory in Jim Harbaugh's final game as Michigan's head coach, and I'm at peace with that.
Absolutely, as long you're asking me how I'd like my martini.
This is solid work. +1
Mountains in the background … with just one more left to climb.
I love it. This should have been said loudly by our coaches, players, and most importantly, our athletic director at the outset of this silliness.
Unless the exchange rate has changed, 1,000 pictures are worth a million words, which means this should have probably been in the Diaries section.
I kid. Nice work. Thanks for sharing!
I hate to break it to you, but the world has changed. Most 8-year-olds these days are already vaping - especially in Ohio.
There’s only seven wonders in the modern world, and he’s one of them.
I watched Michigan win the Rose Bowl over half a lifetime ago. I was just a kid starting college and didn't properly enjoy the victory because I was too focused on the half of the national championship we didn't win instead of the half we captured.
If we only knew how deep the valleys ahead would be. We lost Bo and The Game in a matter of hours, and then Appalachian State came to town the next fall and shook our program to its very foundation. We responded by unmooring ourselves from our core identity, mistaking change for progress. The spread offense was a false doctrine, followed by snake oil peddled by a man willing to trade tickets for soda pop lids. As the losses to our rivals began to pile up, we welcomed a conquering hero back to Ann Arbor. It was a match made in heaven, but that didn't mean we didn't have some hell left to crawl through in order to get to the pearly gates.
Jim Harbaugh's arrival wasn't the end of our suffering; it was only the beginning of the end. A college football program is a lot like one of those impossibly long ships that haul iron ore across Lake Superior. You can't turn those on a dime; you need time, patience, and a strong pair of hands on the wheel.
By 2020, it seemed like Jim had run out of time, and a large part of the fanbase had run out of patience. Trouble with the snap, a bad spot in Columbus, postseason futility, an inability to execute the forward pass - Michigan's football program took on the feel of a production of Shakespeare's MacBeth. Players and assistants came and went, but the entire enterprise seemed hopelessly star-crossed. Double, double toil and trouble.
But Jim's hands never wavered, and somehow it all turned around. A winning culture bloomed from a crack in the sidewalk. Last night, we won the Rose Bowl again, and this time, I savored it. There is nothing that can tarnish this for me, not the rival fans with their talk of asterisks or the prostitutes who make their living as competitive yellers on ESPN. The glass has never been more full, and next week, it has the chance to overflow.
Our punt returners likely got a lot of flack from the coaches over the course of this season when they elected not to catch punts that bounded inside of our 20-yard line and were downed. Our returners got better at coming up and decisively catching punts to help gain field position in the later stages of the season. In this case, Morgan erred on the side of aggression, which (as we all learned the hard way) is not the way to solve all your problems.
And another L for the Sparty and Ohio fans who jumped on that rickety Bama bandwagon.
Yes. I must be foolish for not having a subscription to the WSJ, which uses Paul Finebaum as a primary source in an article about Jim Harbaugh while still reporting that Harbaugh's contract offer was rescinded by the U of M.
"Michigan clearly hacked the computer this game was simulated on, compromising the safety of hypothetical student-athletes."
- Pete Finebaum
I really enjoyed Lloyd's walk-off against an Urban-led Florida squad. That win has become more impressive with the passage of time in light of that Florida team winning another national title the next season and what Urban went on to do in Ohio.
In my opinion, the most deflating bowl game loss in my lifetime was the Outback Bowl against South Carolina on Jan. 1, 2018 when we built a 19-3 lead in the third quarter and seemed to lose interest from there. Don Brown was running around the sideline looking like an escaped mental patient with his moustache dyed orange (I know, I know; it was for a good cause. But when you're in the midst of blowing a 16-point lead, it just looked ridiculous) as we handed a victory to a vastly subpar South Carolina team. Adding insult to injury, the rest of the B1G Ten went undefeated in their bowl games that year.
When Jim got here in 2015, we dreamt of the day we'd beat Ohio State, win the B1G title and play in the Rose Bowl. We envisioned a Michigan team that could stand toe-to-toe with Alabama, coached by a man capable of matching wits with Nick Saban. That day is here. Enjoy it, because nobody knows what tomorrow holds.
What bothered me the most when perusing these sites was the crayon font.
The litmus test for me was the Spygate stuff back in the fall. The “insiders” were woefully off-base the whole way.
Congratulations on emerging from your coma! However, I'd refrain from commenting until you've caught up on the last three months or so.
The NCAA, citing the "intent to deceive" clause that Harbaugh has thumbed his nose at since taking over the program in 2015, cut 23% of the plays out of Michigan's playbook in advance of the College Football Playoff.
- ESPN, probably
We did this last year with Blake and a few of the O-linemen. I remember it being said that they weren’t giving anything up financially by coming back due to their NIL deals.
I prefer it to the West Virginia -> Michigan coaching pipeline, which proved to be feast or famine.
Not to mention there wouldn’t be a Vegas line on Michigan’s games until the investigation was complete.
I’ll say it again today. Michigan has no insiders. This program is surrounded grifters who have no useful connections when push comes to shove. Almost everything they’ve tucked behind their paywalls has been misinformation they were fed by their “sources” or fan fiction they wrote when their digging came up empty.
Thanks for the levity. That is well-done.
Welp.
I refuse to fight harder than the people I’m fighting for are willing to fight.
If anyone here is still paying the insiders behind the paywalls, I’d stop now. They’ve been wrong every step of the way on this whole deal. And if they can’t come through on the biggest story in recent history, can you trust them on anything else?
We lost the PR war on Day 1 of this thing and then let them kick our proverbial corpse around for two weeks with no response. “We’ll get our day in court,” we said. “The perception will change when the facts come out,” we said.
And we were wrong. The institutions we took for granted and depended on to deliver justice kowtowed to the irrational mob. The assertions we knew were preposterous took hold and will forever be viewed as fact. “Michigan cheated” is spray painted across the Internet, and all the John U. Bacon chuckling in the world won’t diminish it.
Every time you post one of these, news breaks.
I think we should get unprecedented FOIA muppets.
Stay out of hunting threads, Lebowski! Keep your smarmy, opinionated, milquetoast ass out of my hunting community!
A lot of people come over the bridge this time of year to hunt deer up in the UP. When I was a kid, my grandfather told me a story about a time he was comparing some notes with fellow hunters in front of a gas station on his way to deer camp. A car pulled up, and the guy who stepped out of it looked like he was on his way to an LL Bean catalogue shoot. He strutted over and told my grandfather and the others that he’d already bagged a deer. They pegged his accent and demeanor as Chicago or Detroit - a city slicker. This was obviously puzzling because he was driving a midsize sedan and there was no sign of the deer.
“Where’s the deer,” asked one of the guys.
”It’s in the trunk,” replied the city slicker, “You want to see it?”
The mystified group of hunters walked over to the back of the sedan, and with much bravado, the city slicker popped the trunk to reveal a dead goat.