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|1 year 15 weeks ago||You can't drink all day||
if you don't start in the morning.
|1 year 16 weeks ago||Peppers, in sum||
I'm hypnotized, watching Peppers spin like the Tasmanian Devil.
Peppers for the Heisman! Oh, sorry, wrong thread?
|1 year 16 weeks ago||Respectfully disagree||
I had several heart attacks during this game. But I sure am relieved we got the jug back.
Those Gophers playled their hearts out, and I really feel for them, but the jug needed to come home.
|1 year 16 weeks ago||Brings back memories||
I think you're right.
The first game after he died, there was a long, long moment of silence for him. It was real silence, too, not that shifty muttering you sometimes get.
And then, in the middle of it, there was a single toot on the horn. It was perfect.
|1 year 18 weeks ago||Those late 70s games||
I grew up in AA, and remember those games well. It seemed like the norm was to beat opponents by dozens and dozens of points while they got none.
Of course, I suppose the only tickets people were willing to give up to a little kid were ones to games Michigan was expected to win in a blow out.
But it forever set my expectations for how Michigan should win its games--emphatically, and without letting the other side see the end zone. I've been so confused for the last decade, wondering where the heck my wolverines have gone.
I do remember the stadium getting loud. Awe-inspiringly loud. I suppose, in retrospect, it wasn't the eardrum-shattering decible level of a rock concert. What I remember, though, is this wall of sound giong back and forth across the stadium: Go! Blue! The eerie stillness sometimes, when our team was out there, and the roars of approval when they scored.
It was loud. It was loud because even in an open bowl, 110 thousand people yelling in glee at the top of their lungs make a lot of noise. They don't need the sound-reflecting roof, or crappy loudspeaker music, or anything but the cheerleaders (or seat mates) starting the chant or a good score. It was the loudness of a football game on a sunny fall afternoon, not the screaming pitch of a concert or jet plane. Just people, giving it their all in a massive open space.
I was a kid. The romance of that pure, genuine atmosphere seeped into my soul, warped my perspective. I understand, on an intellectual level, that shutouts are incredibly rare, and that winning by 70 points is almost unknown. I expect it anyway. Yeah, I know.
I had tickets to the Northwestern game. I gave them to my brother, so he could see his son sing with the MMB. He did, too, actually caught a glimpse of him on the field. I suppose the flame red hair probably made him easier to spot. Anyway, as I jumped up and down in my living room, screaming at the tv, as is my wont, I felt the team of my childhood return. The bone-chiling, awe-inspiring sound of an entire stadium erupting in a gleeful chant as another Big Ten team was put in its place.
Tomorrow (TOMORROW! Finally!) my son is going to the game. Third generation alum, that boy, he swears his first words were Go Blue. He's a laid-back type, seldom in a hurry, not excitable. Tomorrow, though, he'll be yelling, the way he does only during Michigan games. He'll do his part, I know. Stomping on third downs, roaring when Michigan scores.
I hope he loses his voice by Sunday. That'd be good. As you say, the pain will be worth it.
(Er, sorry for the length. I got carried away, I guess. Good memories, good to have that feeling back.)
|1 year 18 weeks ago||All of the above plus||
The Rudock long bomb, completion in the end zone.
|1 year 18 weeks ago||Clearly||
I need more caffeine.
|1 year 18 weeks ago||Maryland in rear view mirror?||
I'm slightly confused. I thought we played Northwestern last week, so they'd be in our rear view mirror, and Maryland would be in OSU's.
There were only bits of stomped-on blood and bone left on the field by the end of the game, though, so I may have misidentified our opponent.
Eta: Meant to add, I always love these posts, with the update on previous opponents and the helpful guide to the appropriate fear level for upcoming games.
|1 year 18 weeks ago||Such a contrast||
The Michigan Daily column was superb.
|1 year 18 weeks ago||Too much MGoBlog?||
I saw "when you want to demand that your coach publicly burn every dollar he's been paid."
I thought it said, "when you want to demand that your couch publicly burn ..." and thought huh, so Michigan State's ways are spreading across the country.
Maybe I spend too much time here.
|1 year 18 weeks ago||Best announcer line||
"He has no idea that Woodson can jump 15' in the air..."
|1 year 19 weeks ago||My nephew is singing at halftime||
I couldn't stand the thought that MGoBrother and his wife couldn't go see him, so I gave them my tickets. Sure hope it's a great game--we know it will be a great show. The MMB wins every time.
|1 year 23 weeks ago||That was gold||
But this one made me laugh out loud:
|1 year 23 weeks ago||Same problem||
I have had to remind myself, constantly, that throwing my kindle across the room is not the same as throwing a book across the room. The results would be suboptimal.
But I get so angry all over again, every time I read about the truly horrible and wretched and unforgiveably stupid stunts Brandon pulled. And I get angry all over again at the search committee that signed off on his hire, after finding him the least qualified candidate.
Yes, Messrs. Hackett and Harbaugh have already improved the tone and substance of the department. Some of the damage, though, may never be repaired. Can never be repaired.
Sort of like my kindle, if I get overwhelmed again and throw it across the room after all.
|1 year 24 weeks ago||A goddess scorned||
There's no wrath like the wrath of a scorned goddess.
Sure would explain a lot about the last 8 years or so.
|1 year 24 weeks ago||The subjectiveness of time and risk.||
Some days and weeks and months shrink away to tiny motes; some hours and minutes and moments expand to fill your consciousness.
This. Yes, football is dangerous to play, sometimes painful to love. But those moments that expand are so very glorious.
I think only the players can decide if the risks are worth taking. If they are willing to take the risks, I will honor their choice and revel in watching them play.
|1 year 25 weeks ago||The Horror||
I was there. It was traumatic beyond belief. You're right, sometimes the quiet is just the result of utter devastation.
|1 year 25 weeks ago||It's the quiet that matters||
I generally agree with you--and further to your point, notice that Mr. Hackett's strongest memory was of a Michigan-Ohio State game and the quiet.
When that massive stadium falls still, it's an eerie and marvelous moment. Of course, it's even better when it then erupts in earth-shattering roars of victory.
But how often do you have moments where an entire 100,000+-person crowd is silent, spellbound, holding their breaths for the next play on the field? I would fight to preserve that magic.
|1 year 25 weeks ago||If NYC is an option...||
David Altchek in NYC. Excellent, no-nonsense, and his waiting room is covered with jerseys from top athletes. He's thoughtful about what's best for the individual patient, rather than having a one-size-fits-all approach.
|1 year 25 weeks ago||Which word?||
Can one word encompass his folly and and iniquity, his propensity for wreaking devastation?
"A most notable coward, an infinite and endless liar, an hourly promise breaker, the owner of no one good quality."
A worm of which we are well rid.
|1 year 26 weeks ago||AC||
One of my earliest memories of Michigan football is watching Anthony Carter play at a home game. He was electric--in that huge stadium, he lit up the field and you couldn't take your eyes off him. Nor did you want to, because he was generally the center of the action it seemed like. Just phenomenal, and he'll always be one of my favorite players.
|1 year 27 weeks ago||All that glitters...||
What, you don't like the glitter?
I like to picture their locker room covered in the stuff. If you've ever come near glitter, you know it goes everywhere.
|1 year 27 weeks ago||Official colors?||
Officially, ND's colors are blue and gold. This green nonsense is a wholesale departure from tradition and, arguably, taste.
Then again, it's ND so I don't mind at all if they look absurd.
As for the helmet--ouch. It's hard to believe anyone would do that to the iconoic gold helmets. Respect where it's due, the ND helmet used to be somewhat cool. This one? It's a farce.
|1 year 27 weeks ago||Ten minutes, heck.||
People don't have the Board on C4C?
|1 year 33 weeks ago||Pitchforks.||
Possibly also torches and clubs.
|1 year 33 weeks ago||(p)ouch||
You're really in the pocket, aren't you?
|1 year 35 weeks ago||Valuable PSA||
Thank you very much!
|1 year 35 weeks ago||Onetwothree Death!||
To our enemies. Thank you for reminding me of that brilliant piece of writing.
It makes me wonder--which animal is more vicious and formidable, the wolverine or the mantis shrimp?
|2 years 1 week ago||And the SMELL||
We live down the block from, if you would believe it, a store devoted entirely to all things truffle. You can tell as soon as they've gotten a shipment, because the smell wafts out onto the sidewalk. It's... distinctive.
|2 years 1 week ago||Bananas are evil||
I can't even stand the smell.
Excuse me while I go throw up after thinking about them.