Something

There was a 10-hour drive ahead of us, so as Mark Moundros broke the plane, we were up and on our way to the concourse.  We're Michigan fans.  A win is something we can always take for granted.  Beat the crowd, beat the traffic...it's been a long day, a long weekend in an alcohol induced haze.  We had reached the outer concourse near the 50-yard line as time expired.  The muffled roar of the spattering of Michigan fans echoed in a mostly empty Metrodome.  And I froze.  I turned and went back in, stood and watched as the team retrieved the Little Brown Jug from it's oversized case and took their jubilation to the corner where the Maize and Blue faithful got the only thing that can begin the healing process...victory.  It seems that recently only disbelief and despair has kept me watching after the game clock has read zero.  The last time there was something positive to savor was September 27th.  Hope for the season was still alive then.  Now, we are looking for hope for the future in general.

It's hard to say how much this means.  Only the next two weekends can give us true perspective.  Trying to decide if we ran into the perfect scenario of overconfident Gophers, or if we made some of the strides that we have been seemingly waiting all season to see is a question that needs deep analysis and time to answer.  Quite frankly, right now, I couldn't care less.  What Sheridan's performance does in the Threet-Sheridan debate is probably important...but again, I don't care.  Why the defensive backfield seemed to be within a step of the ball on every play when they haven't been within 5-yards all season...again important.  Again, don't care.

All that matters is that finally, with seemingly nothing to play for except an old water bottle, things came together.  They won in a way that they had yet to accomplish in the RichRod era...dominance from start to finish.  And winning, now more than ever, feels good.

Minnesota. 10 Hour Drive. Nick Sheridan. Who's With Me?!?!?

Yes, I'm still alive.  Still uninspired.  Still waiting for somebody, somewhere, to SHOW ME SOMETHING.

It's getting old, this losing shit.  They say you get used to it, and that's when the real problems set in.  Teams will forget how to win, forget what it's like to play in meaningful games, and end up needing not only to learn to play the game (or learn a new system) but need to learn how to be ready mentally again.  I don't think we've approached that point yet (the team that is) but it's not that far away.  Every game still counts, not for this season, but for next season...for future sanity.

So it's with deep remorse that I hat tip MGoBlog for this link to the Freep stating that Nick Sheridan will start in the Wolverines final game at the dark, desolate, and decidedly unspirited off-campus Metrodome.  Ya, it's only a 600 mile trek across the United States...to see Nick Sheridan lead the Wolverines onto the field.

Superlame.

So I continue to repeat to myself...

Four Winds Thursday

The Nook Friday

Al's Breakfast Saturday

Beer during game.  Beer during game.  Beer during game.  Beer during game.

Are We There Yet?

Never thought I'd be here, at this point, with this psyche, during a season of Michigan Football.  There's a third of season left that includes a cripple fight in West Lafayette, a 10-hour trek to Minneapolis, a one way ticket to Hell on Earth, and just one more game in the "friendly" confines of Michigan Stadium.  I'm on a search for fun in the biggest pile of un-fun to find its way into Michigan lore.

Yes, there are parts of me that just want it to be over.  Yes, there are parts of me that are concerned about what has transpired.  Yes, there are parts of me that wonder what would have happened if West Virginia beat Pitt.  But like I said, there's a third of a season left.

Finishing strong can change hearts and minds.  And as unimportant as this season may be when we look back on it in a couple years, there is still something to be gained here.  A change in attitude, a change in approach, and again, a STRONG FINISH, can be the difference in the decision of one recruit, the mental toughness of one player, or the collective fandom of a group of supporters starving for signs of life.

We are not dead yet.

As I often yell from my "seat" in section 30..."SHOW ME SOMETHING."  For God's sakes gentlemen...do it.  Show me something...anything...anything at all.

I'm still here.

It Was Fun Before It Sucked

Finally...the pictures from the tailgate prior to Little Brother beating up on Big Brother are ready and waiting for you to enjoy.  Seems like we were having such a good time.  I haven't smiled since.  Maybe we can find solace in West Lafayette.  I mean, seriously, we can't lose ALL of our games, can we?

Still Sulking

Sorry, don't have it in me yet.  Try back tomorrow.

Perhaps you can take solace in the fact that the basketball team is ranked 8th in the Big Ten, which is probably one place ahead of the football team (just threw up in my mouth).

Meanwhile, you might want to check in over here.