Thankful this Friday
I became a little nostalgic today with the recent passing of big names from yesteryear. It made me think about some of the more meaningful things in life. One of the those things for me is watching UofM football over at my Dad's house. He's 86 now and I can't say how happy I am, that after seven seasons of apathy, we once again set aside a few hours each Saturday in the fall to watch the Wolverines together.
I don't remember exactly what led to that campus protest that ended with Brandon's resignation, but I wouldn't be surprised if it was organized by the student's that read this blog. So thank you Mgoblog and Brian! It amazes me that without this blog we might still have Brandon as AD and Harbaugh coaching somewhere in the NFL. Can't wait until September!
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You can thank his aunt, I'll thank his mom. MOMS!!! Please Delete!!
It was an ant.
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Cherish those moments with him. If you have kids, try to get them involved with the tradition as well. Not a single Saturday afternoon goes by without thinking about watching Michigan games with my grandma who is no longer with us. Biggest Wolverine fan ever and she's who got me hooked at a very young age. She was the biggest Bo fan ever btw and I'm sure she would have been so excited to watch Harbaugh coach games. :-)
His name was Robert Paulson
I am Jack's cold sweat
Enjoy the family Meechigan weekends while you can. A hospital killed my dad by mistake a few years ago and he died quite vocally disgusted with the football program and the destruction of Michigan traditions in general. Sometimes we fail to appreciate what we have until we lose it, fortunately, Michigan has always had *it *and, provided we are good and loyal stewards henceforth, our school and community will improve continually.
Like others have said, treasure these moments with him. I lost my Dad in 1989. Unlike others, he wasn't a Michigan fan - or specifically, he wasn't a fan of Bo. He used to give me unmerciful hell whenever UM would get to the Rose Bowl, only to lose to a team with a passing game. "When is that coach of yours gonna learn to throw the ball?" he'd needle his eldest son. "That three-yards-and-a-cloud-of-dust shit isn't gonna work against a real football team."
And eldest son would splutter and fume, which is precisely what the old bastard wanted. It was his way of showing affection. If he liked you, he teased you. If he really liked you, he'd ride you like a horse. Judging by the amount of shit he gave me, he must have been pretty fond of me.
27 years later, I'd still give anything to hear it again.
We still talk about that game to this day. I was just happy to have him along.
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'there are no bad days'
or as james says, 'count it all joy when you are faced with tribulations'.
sometimes that's tough to live up to, but there you have it.
I remember him being upset that the two Michigan teams had to play each other knowing either Staee and UM could not be simultaniously undefeated by the end of the season. He loved the Lions, Tigers, Red Wings, Boxing and any US olympions he really was just a real homer. He died in 1979, I was 22 and about to miss him dearly he was also the answer man of the family of course, I no longer could "just ask Dad".