Photos From Western Michigan and the Pancake Tailgate

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The Wolverines came out of the tunnel with a week’s worth of death knell piled high on their shoulders, fired up and ready to unload their frustrations on the middling Broncos.  On a mission to show that they are not actually “trash” as the current president of the (completely made-up) #1 jersey wearers club has suggested, the offense took the field and...promptly went three-and-out.

Light boos commenced.  Welcome home.

From there, however, it was pretty damn good, with the caveat that the Broncos are of poor quality, even by rat hat standards.  Wolverine ball carriers were showcasing their athleticism, line was blocking, quarterback was making money moves and throwing darts.  Higdon had 140 yards rushing...in the first quarter.  Michigan had the ball 11 times: 7 touchdowns, 2 punts, 1 missed field goal (please don’t have the yips this year, Quinn), and the running out of the clock to end of the game.  Subs got in, like they used to back in 2015.  McCaffrey to McCurry for an 18-yard pylon tapping touchdown caused Tuggy to spontaneously drink a Jameson shot.  

On the other side of the ball, the defense was THE defense, and if you listen to Chase Winovich’s postgame interview, it seems like it should have been.  208 yards and 3-points is the correct amount of offense that should have been allowed.  Of course now the dominance is being repackaged by the Michigan Mothership and fed to the proletariat.  YOU WILL PAY ATTENTION TO THE DEFENSIVE STATS STARTING IN THIS ARBITRARY SPOT:  HALFTIME OF LAST WEEK.  

I don’t know what any of this means.  My eyes tell me Saturday was a good thing.  My 40-years of Michigan skepticism tell me it's meaningless.  But there has to be something to executing on that level, despite the opponent.  Maybe this really is how the team gels.  Maybe the loss at ND will end up being a unifying moment.  Maybe the line figured something out.

Maybe I got sucked back in by that laser from Shea to DPJ.  Ya, I probably did.

Wisconsin looms large my friends, and we’ve got 4 games to go before then, the most difficult of which is a road game that will be played in front of mostly Michigan fans against a team that just got housed by Duke.  We need to right the ship, then burn it Cortes style as we head into that meaty Wisky-Sparty-PSU portion of the schedule.

THE TAILGATE THE TAILGATE THE TAILGATE

Stellar turnout for the Pancake Breakfast, which got a surprise addition of an early lunch of Cuban sandwiches and seasoned fries.  There was not a morsel of food remaining during post game clean up, so my hats off to the group for knocking out 96ozs of pancake batter infused with 4 pounds of breakfast sausage, 12 pounds of cheesy potatoes, 8 pounds of bacon, 24ft of pressed Cuban sandwiches, 10lbs of crinkle cut fries, 5 pounds of oxtail ragu, and 50 hot dogs.  You should all be ashamed or proud, depending on your current heart condition.

3:30 kick next week.  Pace yourselves.  And Go Blue!