A Call to Arms: Breslin Edition

Submitted by ClearEyesFullHart on February 6th, 2013 at 12:18 PM

         If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
    To do our fanbase loss; and if to live,
    The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
    God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
    By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
    Nor care I what loathsome spartan feed upon my  $65 stubhub tickets;
    It yearns me not if classless fools my garments tear;
    Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
    But if it be a sin to covet Victory for Michigan,
    I am the most offending soul alive.

     This day is call'd the Battle of Breslin.
    He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
    Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
    And rouse him at the name of Michigan.
    He that shall live this day, and see old age,
    Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
    And say 'To-morrow marks another spartan beat-down.'
    Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
    And say 'These wounds I had at Battle of Breslin.'
    Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
    But he'll remember, with advantages,
    What feats he did that day. Our names shall never be as     household words-
    Tim Hardaway, Burke and Darius Morris,
    Glenn Robinson and Daniel Horton, Manny and Deshawn  


        Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
    This story shall the good man teach his son;
    And Battle of Breslin shall ne'er go by,
    From this day to the ending of the world,
    We in it will never be remembered-

    Only but a few of us will ever get to take a charge,

    To bleed on the court for the Maize and Blue

    We can but drive into the lions den,

    And brave the classless and the ignorant,

    And let our Champions know that THEY ARE NOT ALONE

        We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
    For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
    Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
    This day shall gentle his condition;
    And gentlemen in Ann Arbor now-a-bed
    Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
    And hold their fanhoods cheap whiles any speaks
    That stood with me and sang the Victors

     As 15,000 crying spartans make their way to the exits...

     Tuesday February 12 in East Lansing Michigan...




February 6th, 2013 at 12:32 PM ^

I went as a student when Novak freaked out and we won a couple years ago and it was an amazing experience.  Yes, I sat on the roof basically, but they can hear you loud and clear.  

Darth Wolverine

February 6th, 2013 at 12:43 PM ^

Yup. The bad timing of this thread is on par with the timing of the game prediction threads, at least the timing those used to be posted. We would have a game prediction thread posted one day for a game that would take place three weeks later.


February 6th, 2013 at 1:25 PM ^

They way they defend and take the air out of the ball, they can "variance" you to death.  Every possession is going to be Uber-valuable, and I think McGary's motor is going to be KEY in that game. 

I only highlighted the state game at this time because acquiring tickets(as well as making travel plans) can be a time-sensitive and price fluctuating enterprise, and I felt that as the next "home-like" game on the schedule, a lot more people would be willing/able to attend the state game(I am sure there is readership in Wisconsin, but I'm guessing that average proximity to Lansing is going to be higher).

On top of that...F sparty.


February 6th, 2013 at 3:11 PM ^

Only on a Michigan blog do we get Shakespeare's Henry V re-purposed into a call for fans to attend a basketball game. Very nicely done.

However, and I know I'm reinforcing the stereotype here, but I was a little bothered that it didn't always fit into the iambic pentameter. But well-done nonetheless.


February 6th, 2013 at 4:40 PM ^

Just picked up my stubhub $64 special. Sitting in section 224 and have never been to any sporting event in East Lansing. Not really sure what to expect but it can't be worse then sitting in the IU student section last weekend.