I don't know of an NFL team that has a worse front office than the Bears. Brady and Mahomes wouldn't have won here, I don't know that even JJ can overcome that level of ineptitude.
3) Darth Vader (But only if you think of Darth while also thinking of the John Williams soundtrack, “The Imperial March”.)
4) I always felt the Hokey Pokey was a restating of the Kierkegaard thesis that life can only be understood backwards but it must be lived forwards. Also, Ryan Day does indeed suck.
This could be the most ridiculously esoteric Punt / Counterpunt ever and I absolutely love it! This is the most Michigan document ever! Plato and electronic toothbrushes as metaphors for sports? Brilliant! Go Blue!
That's awesome. My wife was in her first trimester with our son who is also now a sophomore at Michigan! We were at a bar in Chicago and I remember wondering if I should be at a bar with my pregnant wife...
I haven’t lived there for a few years, but all the above choices are solid. If you are looking for great burgers and bar food, The 5-8 Club rarely disappoints. Probably the least healthy habit I picked up while living there was an affinity for cheese curds, and with apologies to Blue Wisconsinites, The 5-8 Club has the best I’ve ever had.
The Uptown neighborhood, which curiously is a little south of downtown, is pretty cool. One of my favorite ice cream places, Sebastian Joe’s, is amazing.
Have a great trip. For about 10 weeks a year, Minneapolis is my favorite American city. Go Blue!
I have a friend that played for Urban in college. When I asked him how he thought he would do in the NFL, he had a perfect line, “Urban Meyer is too much of an asshole to coach adults.”
I’m genuinely surprised at what a tire fire UW has been. Lake seemed to be a fantastic up and coming coach. Of course I said the same thing about Rick Neuheisel, Dan Hawkins and Gary Barnett…man has Colorado had some bad luck with coaches.
Thank you. I may be insane but it is nice to have company. I didn’t realize how hopeless I have become about the eccentricities of Michigan football. A friend who went to Wisconsin asked me for my thoughts on the game and without really thinking about it I said, “Michigan excels at one thing: Despite all statistical data, giving fans a lustful moment of hope every single season...only to then savagely grind that hope into blood soaked dust and fertilize the earth with our collective tears. Today is that day. Prediction? Pain.”
I now picture Brian as my sports shamen, a guide through the lunacy of college football and of my own tortured soul. I keep thinking of Morpheus from “The Matrix” but in a winged helmet.
Yes please, Brian. I want the red pill…I need the red pill….
Brian, first of all, I’m really sorry for the toll that this has taken on you. We are all muddling through in our own ways and I’m sorry it has been like this for you and your family. Thank you for your honesty and transparency.
Others have made this point more eloquently than I can, but please don’t ever doubt the significance you have to this group. You are therapist, counselor and some type of shaman in this bizarre world of sports insanity. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been unable to articulate my rage / despair / longing about Michigan sports and I will read your work and think, “Yes. That’s it. Thank you, Brian.”
The only other thing I’d like to tell you is a bit odd. I almost died last year (It had nothing to do with COVID but because of a complication from a surgery). As those types of things often do, it has changed my world view a little. I am more patient with the pace of the pandemic but probably because just being in the house and, you know, not being dead seems like a much better deal than it did 8 months ago. It has certainly made me all the more appreciative of every day and hopeful for the days ahead. It hasn’t taken away from my love of Michigan sports (I listened to the MGoBlog podcast on the Minnesota game from the hospital!!!). I was gleefully celebrating the Big 10 Title on Thursday, but rather than feel disappointed by the lack of fans, I was entranced by the singularity of it all. Other teams will win titles, but nobody is going to ever win one like this! To quote former Michigan President Lee Bollinger the night before the 1998 Rose Bowl, it was “an unrepeatable moment.” With almost checking out, I now feel like the floor is higher on my mental health and the ceiling is astronomical.
I really think you will be better soon. Like so many have said, getting out and walking is a gigantic help. But the metaphor of just putting one foot in front of the other is good in life too. Just get out and do. Because we are all Michigan fans and therefore pretty esoteric, I’ll close with my favorite quote from Immanuel Kant, “Rules for Happiness: something to do, someone to love, something to hope for.”
Good luck - and I give you this title sincerely - my friend.
A friend of mine was a pilot for a small airline that served northern Michigan. Eddie Money had been "slightly over served" before he got on the plane, to the point that he had to be removed. As security was taking him off he had one of my favorite rock star lines of all time,
If you would have asked me if it was possible to create a metaphor about Michigan Football using U.S, military history, Vietnamese geography, and gastrointestinal peril, I would have had my doubts.
Well done, Sir. A tip of the cap and a roll of the finest Charmin to you.
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I don't know of an NFL team that has a worse front office than the Bears. Brady and Mahomes wouldn't have won here, I don't know that even JJ can overcome that level of ineptitude.
2)…
1) From Russia With Love
2) Superman
3) Darth Vader (But only if you think of Darth while also thinking of the John Williams soundtrack, “The Imperial March”.)
4) I always felt the Hokey Pokey was a restating of the Kierkegaard thesis that life can only be understood backwards but it must be lived forwards. Also, Ryan Day does indeed suck.
I do enjoy the deep dives and analysis of MGoBlog, but lines like, “and likely occultist Tanner Mordecai” will stay with me forever. Thank you, Brian.
This could be the most ridiculously esoteric Punt / Counterpunt ever and I absolutely love it! This is the most Michigan document ever! Plato and electronic toothbrushes as metaphors for sports? Brilliant! Go Blue!
That's awesome. My wife was in her first trimester with our son who is also now a sophomore at Michigan! We were at a bar in Chicago and I remember wondering if I should be at a bar with my pregnant wife...
I haven’t lived there for a few years, but all the above choices are solid. If you are looking for great burgers and bar food, The 5-8 Club rarely disappoints. Probably the least healthy habit I picked up while living there was an affinity for cheese curds, and with apologies to Blue Wisconsinites, The 5-8 Club has the best I’ve ever had.
The Uptown neighborhood, which curiously is a little south of downtown, is pretty cool. One of my favorite ice cream places, Sebastian Joe’s, is amazing.
Have a great trip. For about 10 weeks a year, Minneapolis is my favorite American city. Go Blue!
I have a friend that played for Urban in college. When I asked him how he thought he would do in the NFL, he had a perfect line, “Urban Meyer is too much of an asshole to coach adults.”
I’m genuinely surprised at what a tire fire UW has been. Lake seemed to be a fantastic up and coming coach. Of course I said the same thing about Rick Neuheisel, Dan Hawkins and Gary Barnett…man has Colorado had some bad luck with coaches.
Thank you. I may be insane but it is nice to have company. I didn’t realize how hopeless I have become about the eccentricities of Michigan football. A friend who went to Wisconsin asked me for my thoughts on the game and without really thinking about it I said, “Michigan excels at one thing: Despite all statistical data, giving fans a lustful moment of hope every single season...only to then savagely grind that hope into blood soaked dust and fertilize the earth with our collective tears. Today is that day. Prediction? Pain.”
I now picture Brian as my sports shamen, a guide through the lunacy of college football and of my own tortured soul. I keep thinking of Morpheus from “The Matrix” but in a winged helmet.
Yes please, Brian. I want the red pill…I need the red pill….
I feel like you have…
Brian,
I feel like you have had to absorb all of our collective lunacy. For that, I apologize. I wish you nothing but peace and happiness.
I feel like you have…
Brian,
I feel like you have had to absorb all of our collective lunacy. For that, I apologize. I wish you nothing but peace and happiness.
As a guy that was a mother’s veto away from naming his son “Juwan Dhani” in 2003, please please please tell me Brian really named his son Denard!
Brian, first of all, I’m really sorry for the toll that this has taken on you. We are all muddling through in our own ways and I’m sorry it has been like this for you and your family. Thank you for your honesty and transparency.
Others have made this point more eloquently than I can, but please don’t ever doubt the significance you have to this group. You are therapist, counselor and some type of shaman in this bizarre world of sports insanity. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been unable to articulate my rage / despair / longing about Michigan sports and I will read your work and think, “Yes. That’s it. Thank you, Brian.”
The only other thing I’d like to tell you is a bit odd. I almost died last year (It had nothing to do with COVID but because of a complication from a surgery). As those types of things often do, it has changed my world view a little. I am more patient with the pace of the pandemic but probably because just being in the house and, you know, not being dead seems like a much better deal than it did 8 months ago. It has certainly made me all the more appreciative of every day and hopeful for the days ahead. It hasn’t taken away from my love of Michigan sports (I listened to the MGoBlog podcast on the Minnesota game from the hospital!!!). I was gleefully celebrating the Big 10 Title on Thursday, but rather than feel disappointed by the lack of fans, I was entranced by the singularity of it all. Other teams will win titles, but nobody is going to ever win one like this! To quote former Michigan President Lee Bollinger the night before the 1998 Rose Bowl, it was “an unrepeatable moment.” With almost checking out, I now feel like the floor is higher on my mental health and the ceiling is astronomical.
I really think you will be better soon. Like so many have said, getting out and walking is a gigantic help. But the metaphor of just putting one foot in front of the other is good in life too. Just get out and do. Because we are all Michigan fans and therefore pretty esoteric, I’ll close with my favorite quote from Immanuel Kant, “Rules for Happiness: something to do, someone to love, something to hope for.”
Good luck - and I give you this title sincerely - my friend.
Cx
Well played, Sir.
A friend of mine was a pilot for a small airline that served northern Michigan. Eddie Money had been "slightly over served" before he got on the plane, to the point that he had to be removed. As security was taking him off he had one of my favorite rock star lines of all time,
"You can't kick me off! I'm Eddie Money!"
RIP Eddie. Take yourself home tonight.
If you would have asked me if it was possible to create a metaphor about Michigan Football using U.S, military history, Vietnamese geography, and gastrointestinal peril, I would have had my doubts.
Well done, Sir. A tip of the cap and a roll of the finest Charmin to you.
And Go Blue!
I think “Shiv in the dark” will be the most awkward of all MGoBlog t-shirts.
Well done, Brian.
“The Estonian…
My favorite:
“The Estonian kid in his third career game is shitting on the defending national champs in their own house. Sure.”
Brian, I’m really sorry, but I don’t think you can ever retire. The addiction we have to MGoBlog is the closest I’ve come to heroin. Thank you.
Now off to that “Beveled Guilt” button...and more t-shirts...
Q - If one car has an Ohio State quarterback, linebacker, and running back in it, who is driving?
A - The police officer.