It’s 2.5 hours until game time. I’m sitting in a hotel room after being woken up by a fire alarm after a flight that landed at 1:00 a.m. an hour drive away from said hotel room. I’m out of town for a football season wedding*. Yesterday my suit almost didn’t show up, my lawn mower broke, and the dead tree that I thought “yeah, I can probably cut that one down myself and save a couple grand”? Well the tree next to it is now the sober friend hug-supporting his drunk buddy at the bar hoping he doesn’t take both of them out and get them kicked out of the bar (or crush my house)… The optimistic view is that I’ve used up all of my bad luck for the weekend and Michigan will come out strong against Wisconsin and indicate the first satisfying season since I graduated from college** The more likely case is that the past few days are an omen for what’s about to unfold once the ball is kicked from a tee by a guy with a foot to another guy with a W shaped object on his helmet. Let’s all hope it’s the former because I’ve got news for all of my loyal reader out there…
*In my good buddy’s defense, he scheduled it on a Sunday.
**Actually it just dawned on me that there has been one satisfying season since then… It was Brady Hoke’s first year. How sad is that? Also now I feel old.