So You're Saying There's a Chance

​Ever bought a lottery ticket? Sure you have. It's funny how we often wait until the number goes over $100 million before we consider buying tickets, as if that minimum $12 million payout isn't enough. The truth is, most of us buy lottery tickets to be able to dream of what we'd do with the money. If only for a moment, we imagine what it would be like to tell the boss what we think, to travel the world, or to buy the corner of Main and Stadium from Ann Arbor Golf and Outing and build a party barn. What's a party barn? It's a place where I put all the tailgate stuff so I don't have to lug it back and forth to my home. There's a stove in there, large meat smokers, a couple of bathrooms, a home theater with satellite tv, and air conditioning. OK, I'm getting off topic...my point is that those 10 easy pick numbers you buy give you only an infinitesimal mathematical advantage over someone that doesn't even buy a ticket. The difference? You get to dream and they get to be naysayers. It almost makes it money well spent.

I've seen a lot of basketball, and while I'm not exactly well versed in the intricacies of the 1-3-1, I am well versed in what Ufer once called "The Great Michigan Spirit." Because I am so in tune with the Maize and Blue, and because I have seen shades of competitiveness from this team, and because the Big Ten is a lackluster conference at best, I can tell you this: That which you covet is not impossible. Tap into that part of your psyche that you use when buying that lottery ticket. Think about winning the next four games. Think about everything that is wrong with Michigan Basketball disappearing in a single weekend.

Just how ridiculous would it be for Michigan to win the Big Ten tournament? Well, it would be pretty nuts. But not more ridiculous than, say, a team from the Colonial Athletic Association making the Final Four. Not more ridiculous than Michigan dominating the Florida Gators in the Citrus Bowl. Not more ridiculous than The Giants over the Patriots. Not more ridiculous than Goody being married for more than 6 months.

So, yes, I'm saying there's a chance. And because there's a chance, it is your duty to support that chance until there is no more chance. Dream...don't naysay. And while it is much more likely that the chance will disappear at about 2:30pm Thursday, we don't deal in likely. Jalen is back. He's named the names of the once damned but still fabulous five. The demons have been exorcised. We are about shocking the world. For god's sakes boys, you've packed for it, now do it.

High noon...Thursday...Hawkeyes...

Hey Timmy, Welcome to the Second Largest Stadium

​You've no doubt heard by now that The Big House may be giving up the title as the largest stadium for the next two seasons during the construction. In fact, from the looks of the Michigan Blogosphere, I may just be the last to give my two cents on the subject. The reality is that we've only been the largest stadium for the last 10 seasons. That's right youngsters, we were smaller than Tennessee's Neyland Stadium during the 1997 campaign. That season seemed to go well, eh?

So the inevitable question...does it really matter? I guess it does. It's something to hang your hat on if you're not winning National Championships every year. And we don't, so we take pride in the fact that we are part of the largest crowd watching a football game anywhere in America on a given Saturday. But the truth is, we didn't even manage that stat 

last 

year. Following the 0-2 start for the Wolverines, the attendance numbers dwindled to a level at which there were more fans in Happy Valley than in Ann Arbor for two said Saturdays. So, if we are pissed...what are we really pissed about?

The truth is, in a war of seat building, Michigan can always win. The place is halfway underground, primed for second decks and/or third decks in the end zones. If we want it to be bigger, it will be bigger.

But what I don't want to see is gloating from Penn State. Of course, that's not possible, so I present this post from TINNOMJ. It includes the tagline "eat it, Wolverines." Cute. Actually, during official tallying of the attendance, Michigan gets to take 10% of the Beaver Stadium gate. Why? Because WE OWN PENN STATE. Oh, and f*ck JoePa for good measure, that geriatric old piece of sh*t. He hasn't actually coached a game since the 80's. He just stands there and smiles with that weird smush face smile and hikes his pants up repeatedly...and occasionally sh*ts himself.

Look what you made me do. You made me curse a living legend. And during lent no less.

Opinions galore:


  • "We love wheelchairs!" style article from MGoBlue.

  • The whole story from The Michigan Daily.

  • What really matters is wins and losses, so to our Penn State brethren, I say NINE STRAIGHT BITCH.

  • The use of the term "various-plegics" is not only clever, but also ridiculously funny.EDSBS.

  • MVictors reminds you that somewhere there is a Les Miles lover declaring this as RichRod's fault.

  • MGoBlog worries we're not going to get it back by 2010.

Weekend Roundup, Championship Week Edition: March 10, 2008

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Adieu Ron Coleman, I Wish You Were Ron Coleman

​There was a time when I hated you Ron Coleman, now I only loathe you. Back when you were a Sophomore, I was a season ticket holder for basketball. You were a chucker then, and I watched as you failed to improve as your career progressed. I watched as we had to "move in a different direction" from your former Romulus teammate Jerret Smith. I watched your stats taper off in your senior year. Sure, you were injured. Sure, it was a new system...and you were the lone senior. Maybe that's not fair, maybe we should count David Merritt, whose best basketball stat is that in his Freshman and Sophomore years he didn't play basketball but was on the Dean's list. That Dean was most likely Mrs. Amaker, which is probably how he made the team last year. Anyway Ron, I expected some leadership out of you. I expected more minutes. I expected, well, too much I guess.

I wanted you to be remembered Ron. But it was not to be. You haven't even managed to be the best Ron Coleman. That's right Ron Coleman, I am saying that you are no Ron Coleman. Take Big Ron Coleman for example, he's an 8-time Mr. Olympia. Ron Coleman mining is a successful purveyor of quartz in Arkansas. Ron, you don't even know what a cichlid is. Meanwhile Dr. Ron Coleman is living his life among the cichlids, unlocking the secrets of evolution. I really wish you were the Ron Coleman that writes for one of my favorite blogs, RightWingNews, at least then I could respect your ideals.

Michigan closed out the 07-08 campaign and Ron Coleman's Crisler career by playing exactly the way they have played all year. Outplay the opponent for the majority of the game, shit the bed for 3-4 minutes, turn the ball over 20+ times, and lose by around 10. The cliche of the "score not being indicative of the game" should be attached to every contest that involves this team. Michigan did fall 72-58 to Purdue at Crisler, and it wasn't for lack of effort from Epke Udoh. Udoh was all over the place, and it was obvious that he had something to prove. The announcers recognized it, the fans recognized it, and Beilein recognized it. At the end of the game, Udoh was the only player that had the right to say this:

We always come out and play hard," said Michigan's Ekpe Udoh. "We just don't play hard the whole 40."

Don't I know it. Make me a liar and an idiot and make a little noise this weekend fellas...please.

The Halfway Inn

​Well, not exactly halfway, as construction is going to continue until leading up to the 2010 season, but apparently things are moving along quite nicely over at Stadium and Main. Here's the official release from MGoBlue, and considering I'm the last to alert the world of this, I'll give credit to MVictors for alerting me.

The whole thing reminds me a bit of the Iowa construction from 2005, which I didn't like very much. It's not exactly aesthetically pleasing to have a giant frame of a building (make that two buildings) hovering over the stadium during a game. But it's just temporary folks. Of note is that it seems the old press box will remain intact for the coming season, so you haven't seen the last of it yet.