Not Doing Wonders For My Tate Confidence Level

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​I've always been a little uneasy about the QBForce website.  I remember looking at it for the first time back when Tate was scanning all of his offer letters and posting them on there.  Sure, there are players out there that think they are the shit, and they talk some trash or seem smug or arrogant when talking to the media.  But this whole Brothers McQuarterback dedication site is just a little on the creepy side.  Honestly, it seems to be only about a step away from having a picture of Dad Forcier's penis emblazoned across the top of it.

As reported on Deadspin, Chris Forcier is transferring from UCLA to Furman.  New coaching staff comes in, quarterback transfers...we know this story.  But what is particularly interesting is the press release is that it is a list of "facts" about Chris, about the UCLA situation, and his desire to wear #7 again like he did in high school.
Fact: I was practice player of the week as a freshman multiple times.

Fact: I want to be part of the "Greatness of Fuhman University" academic's.


I am really really hoping that the Forcier family is sitting in a room somewhere laughing their collective asses off.  I hope that they are being funny, putting a comedic spin on things.  Because if this is serious, and Chris is as in love with himself as he seems to be...then I would imagine that we've got our own version of this problem suiting up on Saturdays in less than 90 days.

Change You Really Can Believe In

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Michigan bench warming quarterback turned sensational tight end Jay Riemersma has officially filed to fill Peter Hoekstra's congressional seat.  He's running on a platform that he had a great catch against Virginia in the 1995 Pigskin Classic.  Jay retired from the NFL in 2007 after a successful career with the Bills and Steelers, and believe it or not, is still listed in the top 25 for career receptions at Michigan.

Tailgaters Gather to Celebrate the End of a Man and Woman's Freedom

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​Sometimes real life and tailgate life intersect.  Actually, at this point, perhaps tailgate life IS real life, which, while seemingly depressing to someone outside this group, I assure you it isn't.  Though we always pine for autumn gatherings, we don't really live for the tailgate.  What we have found in the group certainly transcends Michigan Football.  Trust me, if we could find a suitable reason to get together every weekend, we would.  And when the joint bachelor-bachelorette party celebrating two of our own was offered up, we came running.  Chicago, Illinois served as the host for the debauchery, and the day included catching the Cubs-Astros from the bleachers at Wrigley, kegs and towers of beers at Red Ivy, and dunkels and shot-skis at Uberstein...followed by some stuff that should never be talked about.  Which wouldn't matter to me, because I don't really remember anything after I accosted a bartender for not allowing me to drink from one of the many inviting das boots on the shelf.  Later, I would attempt to uproot a tree, and go "rockstar" on my hotel room, nearly impaling myself on a table leg.  So, ya, it was a good time.  And let me tell you, this is gonna be one hell of a wedding.

Special thanks to FryDaddy and Kelly for putting the entertainment together.

Adding to Reasons Why Delaware State Was a Stupid Idea

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It's probably no surprise to you that I am not a big fan of the Michigan Football scheduling lately.  I'm really hoping that they are going to bring a heavy hitter in here to open the Big House in 2010...perhaps agreeing to some kind of interesting home-at-home.  But until that day comes, we have to endure directional Michigan and Delaware State.  Great.

Delaware State made the news today, becoming the first team to lose a game in the 2009 college football season.  In order to get the cash and prizes associated with coming to the Big House...they are forfeiting their previously scheduled game against North Carolina A&T.  Their game with A&T was a CONFERENCE GAME.  We have a team on our schedule that forfeited a conference game to play us.  Christ.

That's all I've got.