To: You Guys That Can Go to the Game Tomorrow
I just wanted to say....please BE LOUD tomorrow! Leave the apprehension and the whining at HOME and get to the field tomorrow...get some beers and some food in you...and GO APESHIT for MICHIGAN!
I wish I could be there but I'm in the South. Rock the place out! Please! Enough is enough....We are the Big House! If it was me, I would lose my voice...I mean, damn....I lose my voice in my own house.
Let Tate hear it! Let RichRod here it! Thank you and have a blast tomorrow you Assholes! (-----j/k)
(as a sidenote, don't yell when Tate is calling audibles on the line)
GO BLUE!!
September 4th, 2009 at 6:13 PM ^
get there 2 hours early for the Victors Walk to cheer on the team and RR.
September 4th, 2009 at 6:16 PM ^
I will be there sporting my Number 5 Jersey.
What to do with my McGuffy jerseys?
September 4th, 2009 at 6:17 PM ^
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September 4th, 2009 at 6:18 PM ^
jersey? Start cheering for Justin Turner.
September 4th, 2009 at 6:59 PM ^
Vincent Smith
September 4th, 2009 at 6:18 PM ^
disappointed in myself if I still have a voice at halftime.
I cannot wait for tomorrow. Go Blue!
September 4th, 2009 at 6:32 PM ^
OK, typo. That is the problem, they have his name on it....Spelled correctly of course
September 4th, 2009 at 7:36 PM ^
Rich Rod-rieg-uz clap clap clapclapclap
September 4th, 2009 at 9:37 PM ^
What if the 'Big House' is suddenly some sort of acoustic anomaly? What if everybody blows out their ear drums, or heads asplode internally and blood starts oozing out of their ears and noses? The players fall to their knees, hands over ear holes...I might be a little paranoid but...