Group Therapy Time: Your Worst Moment

Submitted by KansasBlue on

So my wife admitted last night that with HARBAUGH on board, hopefully leading us out of the wilderness, she's a little worried that I will revert back to watching Michigan games as a raging lunatic in the way that I did when the team was relevant.  I think she has secretly enjoyed the last few years as I've become more and more detached, watching out of a sense of duty more than any real hope of a return to glory.  The discussion led us to my lowest moment, the Crable hit on Troy Smith in the epic 2006 game.  I had invited my parents over to watch with us, and my poor mother is still embarrassed by what I yelled at Mr. Crable.  SO...at what moment did the team make you lose your mind the most?  Come on, it'll help to talk about it!

blockm97

July 21st, 2015 at 8:16 AM ^

It was the spread punt game.

I was at buddy's house and he went outside and burned his UM flag after the game.

I'm still embarrassed/ashamed that I thought it was funny at the time.  

 

blockm97

July 21st, 2015 at 8:19 AM ^

Jay Edwards hits a buzzer beater to beat UM.  

This is back when remotes had to be special ordered and were a bigger deal to replace than today.  I was 15 at the time and shattered that damn remote against the wall in our basement.  I don't recall parents reaction, but the remote had to have been in a 100 pieces.  

His Dudeness

July 21st, 2015 at 8:33 AM ^

2012 OSU game when we went for 2 to win... and we lost.

I was in Atlanta meeting my GF's parents for the first time. I told them before the game that I really liked them and anything that I said or did during the game wasn't the real me.

I actually handled myself really well until we missed that 2 point conversion. I stood up and had my hands in the air as the ball went up and then when it hit the ground I fell to my knees in the middle of the living room and then fell flat on my stomach, face down in the carpet. All I could say was "Hold me" and sure enough the GF came and laid down next to me and hugged me.

The parents didnt think it was bad, but I was pretty red in face about it.

mgoBrad

July 21st, 2015 at 8:40 AM ^

I don't have the opportunity to attend many M games, but it seems like I have been in attendance for all the most heartbreaking ones of the past 10 years. Among them:

2005 Notre Dame, Minnesota and OSU

2007 App St.

2007 Oregon

2013 Outback Bowl - South Carolina

2013 Penn State @ Happy Valley

And of course, the one time I had tickets to a game that turned out wonderfully, I gave them up (2005 Penn State).

So I'm screwed either way I guess.

VoiceOReason

July 21st, 2015 at 11:04 AM ^

The moment where I got angry--the kind where I was beyond any rationalization or ability to keep my feelings in perspective or shrug it off--was when the TV cameras showed Bellomy last season frantically putting on several different helmets none of which fit. He then went back to the sideline as Shane Morris who had just been concussed goes back out on the field. Seeing Bellomy not having his helmet ready was simply unacceptable and showed exactly how bad things really were. There was no excuse for a player to be blatantly unprepared to play.

That was embarrassing on a deeper level somehow. It struck a nerve and my numbness turned to anger, like the deep kind. I'm picturing a papa bear ignoring someones insults until they dis his family? It's one thing to make poor game decisions or even player management (putting Shane back in was obviously in itself something we should have never seen), but to literally not be ready to play undercuts everything and shows its beyond fixing or excuses.

The funny thing is that was the first time I can remember real anger at our teams in a long time. I grew up in the 97 nc era but by the time I finished grad school at UM I was numb and never really had any expectations or let myself invest much emotionally even though I saw almost all the games. My sophomore year at UM in 07 started with app state and that set the stage. Even at that game I remember resorting to shrugging my shoulders as we walked out of a silent stadium. I wasn't angry. It's like I couldn't let myself care.