We have come to the winter of our discontent. We are headless as a program, in shambles by means of personnel, and facing a mass recruiting exodus the likes of which haven't been seen before, and looking a decade of straight losses to those-who-must-not-be-named to the south.

Alas, yet we are Michigan. We survived The Horror to defeat the defending National Champions and their golden boy Heisman trophy winner. We overcame a 19 point deficit at halftime to then-ranked number 9 Wisconsin to emerge victorious in the 500th game in the Big House. We retained the Brown Jug. We are Michigan, and we will rise once again. The only ones who can defeat us is ourselves. Perhaps a scene from one of the greatest movies of all time says it best:

"What, over? Did you say over? Nothing is over until we decide it is!"

"Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor? Hell no!"

-"Germans?" -"Forget it he's rolling"

"And it ain't over now!"
                  
'Cause when the going gets tough...
                  
(Patriotic instrumental music)
                     
the tough get going! Who's with me?
                      
Let's go! Come on!
                   
(Bluto screaming)
                    
(Tense instrumental music)
                     
What the fuck happened to the Michigan l used to know?
                    
Where's the spirit?
                     
Where's the guts?
                    
This could be the greatest night of our lives...
                 
but you're gonna let it be the worst.
                      
"We're afraid to go with you, DB. We might get in trouble."
                  
(Shouting) Just kiss my ass from now on.
                  
Not me! l won't take this! Tressel is a dead man!
                  
-Dantonio: dead! Paterno---Dead.
                 
DB's right.  Psychotic...but absolutely right.
                  
We got to take these bastards.
                  
We could fight them with conventional weapons.
                  
That could take years...cost millions of lives.
                  
In this case...
                  
I think we have to go all out.
                  
I think this situation absolutely requires...
                  
a really futile and stupid gesture...
                  
be done on somebody's part.
                  
We're just the guys to do it.
                  
Let's do it.
                  
Let's do it!
                  
(All shouting)
                  
Go! Go! Go!

We all need to run screaming out of that house, build our death machine behind whoever steps up to lead this really futile and stupid gesture, and take the fight back to the field. We are Michigan. HAIL