Summer Roundup, Find Us A New Home Edition: 7/13/2009

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​Ya, we've (I've) been dormant for a while.  Not to make excuses, but the group is suffering from a little shell shock about recently becoming homeless.  With the new rules over at AAGO, we are actively seeking another venue to continue the traditions we've been building for the better part of 15 years in our spot by the green.  Fear not friends and fans, we will tailgate...you just might have to come and find us.  Maybe in this age of twitter and iphones we'll be able to figure it all out somehow.  In the meantime, if you have a spot you think might suit us, one with similar pricing, open space, and a location near the stadium, be sure to contact me at frank at umtailgate dot com.

During the layoff, I also neglected to mention the marrying off of the second of the Godfather's two daughters, affectionately known as the Princess.  It will certainly be a house divided, as the groom prefers the kelly green and gold over the Maize and Blue.  Congrats to the two of them...and to the Godfather who has finally alleviated himself of all financial burdens not related to football.  We expect big things, big tickets, more food, and more participation out of the Godfather now that he has nothing else to spend his money on. 

Internets, internets, internets:

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.