The End.

​The season started with hype that was unachievable, a loss for the ages that was unbelievable, and a beat down by Oregon that, in the Big House, was inconceivable. "Lloyd should step down!" the legions of fans shouted as the town burned down around them. At 0-2, and with 4 consecutive losses, this was the end of everything we believed in, everything that defined Michigan Football in the modern era. This was it. Over. Done. No bowl game. No chance at... anything. Three standouts that made a mistake by returning. A group of seniors whose careers so far had been defined by not being able to finish, now fell flat on their face at the start.

Only ashes remained.

But from those ashes rose determination. A new focus. New goals. And a new season, the Big Ten season. It's not what you wanted from this group. And it's not what this group wanted. The cards, as they say, had been dealt, but Michigan made the decision to play their losing hand in lieu of folding. They scrapped and clawed their way though the Big Ten, and they did it in every way possible. Occasionally, they won by playing the way that they were expected to play back in August. Other times, they won despite playing down to their opponents. They won without Henne. They won without Hart. They won without Henne and Hart. They had comeback victories, blowout victories, bad victories, and good victories. For eight weeks, they were resilient, if not brilliant. Belief replaced grief. For years on end, the number next to the name each week that we took for granted became something we coveted. #24 Michigan...#19 Michigan...#15 Michigan...#13 Michigan... It was all going so well. But it would all end so badly.

A trip to Wisconsin wouldn't fulfill the July prophecy of a game for the Big Ten title. Michigan made what seemed to be a conscious decision to rest and wait for the Buckeyes. They, for all intents and purposes, threw a college football game to be healthy for Ohio State. We could never have imagined the impact of that decision, because we couldn't imagine falling to the Buckeyes for a 4th straight season.

Saturday, an icy drizzle blanketed an enthusiastic 111,900 fans. Fans that hoped for a spirited and victorious send off for a group of young Michigan men, and a legendary Michigan man. It was not to be. There would be no storybook ending. The clock struck zero with the score 14-3, but the game was over long before then. An anemic offense would keep Coach Carr's feet on the ground as he exited the field. The only thing that would be carried off on this day would be heavy hearts and broken dreams. Carr jogged, head down with the rest of his players, back to the locker room. Due to Illini heroics the previous week, the Wisconsin loss would become the loss that kept the Wolverines from a shared Big Ten title.

Less than 24 hours later...

From SI.com

Lloyd Carr walked into a team meeting Sunday only to be met with silence.

He exited the Schembechler Hall meeting room and entered again, this time receiving thunderous applause from his Michigan players, most of whom understood the announcement that was coming.

A day after Michigan suffered its fourth straight loss to rival Ohio State, Carr informed his players he will retire after 13 years at the helm of a program he guided to a national championship and five Big Ten championships.

From the New York Times

It's sad, the sophomore lineman Steve Schilling said. He's a good coach and we're definitely going to miss him. But he's still going to be around. He told us he enjoyed his time here and that he had a lot of great memories.

Carr is expected to take a position within the athletic department of the university where he has spent the past 28 years. When Carr walked into the team meeting he was met with the silent stares of his team.

Schilling recalled Carr saying: I'm going to walk and come back in and want you guys to act like you have a heartbeat. Nobody died. He was then greeting with an ovation and given a standing ovation after his announcement.


And so exits Coach Carr. Certainly not in the way he wanted, but on his own terms nonetheless. For now, the program is left without a serious tie to the Schembechler regime. The new image of Michigan football is one of uncertainty. Who will be the coach? Will the offensive and defensive coordinators remain? Who will front a Michigan offense devoid of leadership, without Henne, without Hart? Will we ever again beat the sweatervest? Is this the end...or a new beginning?

Answers start Monday at 10am. See you at the Bowl Game.

The Weekend Roundup: "One More" Edition: 11/13/07

​'Tis Ohio State week. And as poop stained as the marbles may be, this Saturday is still for all of them.

What you may have missed over the weekend while you were "bringing the heat."

See a Screening of Michigan - Ohio State Documentary

​I was just contacted by someone at HBO regarding the Michigan - Ohio State documentary (full spot up on HBO.com now with great Bo interview) that is premiering on November 13th. I have mentioned it several times before. It hit the media at this time last year because it contains one of Bo's last interviews, if not THE last. They are having an advance screening of it in Ann Arbor on Wednesday, November 7th. It's at the Michigan Theater, and it is invitation only. Fortunately, anyone that reads this is invited...as long as there are seats available. The catch? You have to RSVP.

I am heading out with a few tailgaters, so if you are going as well...send me an email and we can meet up. Again..YOU HAVE TO CALL THE NUMBER AND RESERVE YOUR SEAT. Should be fun. The number is 1-888-873-4584 in case you can't read it below. Hope to see you there, and pass it on. Let's fill the place with UMTailgaters!

I'm Huge In Japan...and The Missing Pics

​Ya, my mouth writes checks my body can't cash. No pictures went up last weekend, due for the most part to a blinding night of imbibing during an international DJ gig followed by what I've now classified as Bird Flu. Hmmmm...international DJing...Bird Flu...not many can make that combo possible. The long and the short of it is I'm in Japan doing "real job" stuff, which is great if you like salmon on your breakfast buffet, poor air conditioning, and scaring small children and the elderly with your very presence. Either way, my hiatuses between posts have been justified, but I apologize anyway. So, if you don't mind taking a break from ruining some poor girl's life (I'm talking to you Johnny Cleveland), perhaps I can catch everyone up on the goings on of at least one UMTailgater experiencing a true life version of Lost in Translation.

First and foremost, tailgater Lisa celebrated a monumental birthday last month, and friends made the trek from all over the country to eat, drink, celebrate, and most certainly see Lisa cry at the prospects of turning 30. She did not disappoint, though the tears came late in the evening, and we have her brother Meatball to thank for that. Birthday party success depends on having a story to remember come from the event, and I certainly got one. In short, it involves holding back hair, wiping puke off of shoes, and conning a cab driver by assuring him that Lisa's state was just from "being tired." It was a great weekend, and the pictures do not do it justice...but they are available here nonetheless.

On the Japan front, let me sum it up quickly for you. It's hot, it's humid, and it's raining. The latter is not so much a problem as it is a nuisance, but the heat and humidity combined with a governmental regulation on air conditioning makes it feel like a retread of UCLA 2000.

Though thoroughly exhausted when the weekend comes, I did manage to make a trip from my home base of Toyota City (near Nagoya, Japan) to Tokyo. More specifically, I spent a night in Roppongi, a ex-pat's paradise touted as "Las Vegas without the casinos." And it was. I would classify it as more of a clean version of New Orleans, following the pattern of bar, bar, bar, restaurant, strip club...repeat 100 times. At 4am, it looked like a bustling metropolis during rush hour. We made our camp at Gas Panic, and 3 tiered club/bar named after the 1995 terrorist attack that centered at a nearby train station. Yes, I said named after a terrorist attack. Anyway, arriving early and commandeering a table, we met people from all walks of life, and from all over the world. In an odd bit of coincidence, I managed to bump into Air Force cornerback Nate Smith, who immediately became my best friend when he declared his hatred for Ohio State and Notre Dame. He went as far as to say he can't wait to lay a hit on Brady Quinn's successor and the latest QB with Ron Powlus-esque hype, Jimmy Clausen. Nice. We hope to break a couple of his ribs early in the season for you Nate.

Buckeyes Fall Again, Oden Retires, Unborn Baby Wins Tournament Challenge, Gators Take Over College Universe

I can't believe they gave Ohio State a rematch! Didn't these two teams just play 100 days ago?!?!? Who would want to see a rematch?!?!? The Buckeyes had their chance. Why do they get to play each other again?!?!? Hmmm. I guess that argument only works for football.

Q: How many national titles in basketball and football did the Michigan Wolverines win this year?

A: The same number as Ohio State...ZERO.

For the Thad Five, a reality version of the Western Dolphins, it was an amazing (but most certainly illegal) run at a National Championship that ended at the hands of the latest sports dynasty, the Florida Gators, a team from a school that is in the middle of some kind of Tiger Woods-like run at a college sports Grand Slam. And as much as I hate the Gator's monopoly, I hate The Program more, and I am therefore willing to concede and congratulate Florida and more importantly thank them for thwarting the Buckeye efforts on the court, and on the field.

Cue that fruity chop you bastards, it doesn't change the fact you once lost to John Navarre.

Immediately following the game, Greg Oden announced that he will be moving to a retirement community in Arizona. He chose Arizona to be close to his grandchildren.

In UMTailgate.com Tournament challenge news...

For the first time in history, an unborn baby beat the field. The Demski Offspring, previously mentioned here, out-picked all of the air-breathers to take first place. Second place came down to a tiebreaker between Todd Muck of Toyota and David DeMaggio (no relation). Muck took the tiebreak coming just 4-points away from picking the exact total score.

Congrats to our winners! Check out the final standings here.