Worst Day Ever.

As you can see, my Saturdays are now open to blogging.

Anyway, losing a coach that may be on his way to the National Championship game is one thing, losing to the coach you fired in basketball is another, and watching as not one, but both, of the teams that you were rooting for to win lost....thereby sending your arch enemy to New Orleans for back-to-back BCS Championship appearances.

Les Miles has all but signed on the dotted line, and the court of public opinion blames Michigan for the way things were handled. This, among other things, makes it look like Kirk Herbstreit, former QB of THE ENEMY somehow speaks on behalf of people in prominent places in our program. On Monday it will probably be announced that good ol' Kirk is on our selection committee. Maybe he can replace Mike Debord at OC.

All kidding and hatred aside...I would probably take him over Mike Debord.

Then, as everything became somewhat official, and you made your peace with the fact that the next coach would not be a Michigan Man...you thought you'd glance in on the Michigan-Harvard basketball score online...since it's televised on ESPNU, and of course there's no ESPNU in this college town. Only slightly phased by a 28-22 halftime deficit, you think it will all turn out all right. It doesn't. Michigan basketball's new era falls to it's old era. Amaker's Army, consisting only of non-scholarship, ivy-league "athletes," takes down the Wolverines.

Okay, okay...at least Ohio State's heart will be broken by an unstoppable West Virginia offense and an upstart Missouri program out for revenge for a previous loss. Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. No. And instead of one of them losing, they both lost. Laurinaitis gets to dine with Emeril. You get breakfast with Mickey Mouse.

The bathtub is full. The toaster is plugged in.