On Playstation 2, Michigan beats Notre Dame 63-0 and holds the Irish to 140 yards (including -14 rushing yards) while Steve Breaston breaks three or more offensive records.
In real life, Michigan chokes every time it's in the red zone. Chad Henne makes lousy decisions and inaccurate throws and Breaston drops a key pass. I get stuck with a sunburn, a bad mood, and yet another case of post-traumatic stress disorder.
Before, I was sad to be leaving for a trip to Europe, knowing that I'd miss a full third of the college football season. Now, I'm glad to be escaping.
Do you think rooting for a shitty football program will be enough to get refugee status in the E.U.? Me neither. Even if it did, I'd be stuck watching something lame like soccer or competitive jumping jacks. (No disrespect to fans of soccer or jumping jacks.)
Thanks to all who made the weekend in Ann Arbor so great, fucktarded offense notwithstanding. New York is home but Ann Arbor remains the mother country. Some nights I get weepy just thinking about it.
Here are a few pictures from the weekend. The sandwich is a Georgia Reuben from Zingerman's, an Ann Arbor institution. The reason it's pictured here? Georgia Reubens have cole slaw as an ingredient.
2 comments:
i love ann arbor, and recently visited to show appreciation, but what's with all the pictures of rackham?
I liked them both. Maybe I'll take down one to post a picture of a bunch of cantaloupe rinds.
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