Tonight, my beloved and hapless Wolverines take on the Nebraska (motto: "Mediocre is Now a Compliment") Cornhuskers in an Alamo Bowl reminiscent of the 1997 shared championship. Oh, how are the mighty fallen! The play of this year's Wolverines featured inelegant blundering and a pervasive refusal to achieve their full potential. (I can't utter that phrase without envisioning the stony face of my first grade teacher, who did not share my philosophy on the superfluousness of sentence diagramming and word problems.) This was a team that did Homer Simpson proud based solely on the ratio of d'ohs uttered to minutes of playing time.
The only shining moments of this season were the last-second victory over Penn State, (which no one's really savoring, since Michigan fans despise so many other people that they find it difficult to work up any real frothing hatred for JoePa and the gang) and eluding the calamity of losing to each of their Big Three rivals by sending State into a tailspin after they opened their season to surprising success and much acclaim for, what, the 72nd straight year?
Love Michigan. Watch Michigan. Cheer for Michigan. Lloyd needs something positive to take into spring workouts. Anything.
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