Pre-Game: in retrospect probably cost us the game, ya know, karma and all
The tailgate: five dudes in a car just not wanting to get noticed...neither in the car nor when they peed all over the parking garage
A soothing beef and cheddar and curly fries
Well folks, we’ve reached the time of year where I post for several consecutive days and pretend this is a real website, often going back to post pictures from the previous season wherever I left off after getting pissed…typically November-ish timing. But man, I had no excuse not putting out these Indiana pics, with us being on the cusp of our guaranteed win in Columbus and all. Of note, I remember nearly nothing after those breakfast arepas. 2018 will forever be known as the season of brown liquor and forgetfulness.
April 6, 2013: Michigan defeats Syracuse 61-56 to advance to an NCAA Finals that never happened.
It's tough to beat any team 3 times. We were starting cold...Iowa played last night. Iowa shot the lights out in the first half. Mo fouled out. Rahk fouled out. We couldn't hit free throws, going 18-32 from the line. We couldn't hit a three, going 3-19 from deep. Matthews blew some bunnies. We were out-rebounded. We got in foul trouble.
And the cherry on top? Zavier had one of those 5-second calls that have to be followed by a game tying 3...and the basketball gods obliged for Iowa, sending the game to OT.
In OT, a Duncan Robinson three was the ONLY field goal made by the Wolverines in the entire 5 minutes. And despite all of these things...and it looked even worse than the sum of those things mind you...Michigan managed to win by 6.
It made no sense. A little of this, a little of that, a little Teske, a dunk by Poole. But it was not enough, except that it was. Weird. I don't know how they won, and neither do they.
So it's revenge time with Nebraska. This is not going to be easy, and despite the fact they are the 4 and we are the 5, the fact remains that we are in the dance and they are not. They need this, we do not. The only motivation Michigan has going for it is that Nebrasketball handed us our ass in Lincoln. That and the bullshit 1997 Coaches Poll.
Here's what happened this weekend (and Monday) across the internets while you spent some quality time with John Beilein...
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