Michigan 72, Northwestern 70

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Yuck...in the most celebratory kind of way. Before I poop on this, it's important to remember that we beat Northwestern, who hasn't sucked as much lately, and we advance. We will have a chance to play our way in to the dance(or so they say) and that's better than already knowing we are out.

The shot heard round the...er, um, well...Indianapolis? 

The shot heard round the...er, um, well...Indianapolis? 

This screen capture courtesy of @drewchallet is worth a thousand words...probably more like 100.

To say Irvin made some poor choices with regards to shot selection would be a drastic understatement. The shot above is one of them. And I'm pretty tired of Zack's split-legged front-loaded jumper. Like Michigan, it doesn't pass the eye test. Yet somehow my goat of the game became the hero, maybe because he never saw a shot he didn't like, maybe because he didn't see the gentle giant Doyle by himself under the basket, or maybe because we don't pass to Doyle anymore because he can't catch or finish.

Regardless, bad basketball. We will have to wait until tomorrow to have that late season rebirth we're all waiting for.

Crean. Friday. High noon.

Twitter Tuesday is Afraid of the Moon

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Happy Tuesday....  Remember to vote today, and also remember that for every vote you cast, there's 100 other people voting that fear the moon or think the world is flat.

And then there's a whole bunch of people that have time to make a memorial for deer that were shot and killed in an effort to stop them from a long painful passing by starving to death.  Oh, and to stop them from killing humans in car accidents.

Simon doesn't want to watch anymore either.  Period.

It's Warm!!!!

Calvin Johnson has retired.  The Lions apparently are too dumb to realize that this tweet celebrates one of the reasons why....

Weekend Roundup Knows What it Will Take for Michigan to Make the Tournament

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  • To make the tournament, Michigan will need to do something different.  Maybe even zomething different.
  • We've made our bed, and now we must lay in it.  Short of wining on Sunday (which assumes winning on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday) this team is destined to provide us with a set of sad and uncomfortable home games on Mondays, Tuesdays, or Wednesdays.  Truth is, I'm not the least bit interested in re-watching the type of basketball I endured on Saturday night.  I'm guessing the bracket makers are not looking to subject the general public to it either.
  • Some are suggesting we need a regime change.  The kindhearted Beilein loyalist in me finds that concept ridiculous.  However, the raging Harbaugh in me says fire everybody and get me the best coach money can buy.  Or get me Trump and make Michigan Basketball great again. 
“After hiring Coach Trump in the upcoming offseason, Michigan will win the next seven national titles, including a historic victory over the Chinese national team in the 2022 NCAA Tournament. China, the world will learn, never beats Coach Trump.”
  • The time to start thinking about football is upon us, not because it's Spring Practice, but because IT'S ALWAYS TIME TO THINK ABOUT FOOTBALL.  Mr. Cook has all your needs in one convenient post.  Of note:   "ability of [BC] safeties to play deep overage is probably the strongest point of Don Brown's most recent defense."  Shit.  Given our program motto since 1879 of death, taxes, and get burned deep, I hope he brought some techniques to share with the fellas that looked a bit inept in coverage of the one-on-one variety last year.
  • Baumgardner covers Spring Break (Practice) better than Eric Nies: 
“...the way Harbaugh speaks with the quarterbacks and explains everything they’re seeing as it happens in real-time is rather unique. Nothing is robotic and everything is presented logically from his mouth to their ears. Not exactly from coach to player, but rather from quarterback to quarterback.”
  • Harboners lasting more than 4-hours should seek medical attention.
  • I cannot believe that Larry didn't come to the Winter Reunion, especially given the fact that it was held in a little known borough of Ann Arbor known as Larrytown