Three Days To Go
There are three days to go before what is The Biggest Game In The History of Ever, or simply, The Game. This has caused my week to slow to a crawl. I spend all the time thinking about this game, thinking about Mike Hart and Steve Breaston and Chad Henne and Alan Branch and LaMarr Woodley and Leon Hall and David Harris and Mario Manningham and Jake Long and Rondell Biggs and Mark Bihl and Reuben Riley and Tim Jamison and Shawn Crable and Prescott Burgess and everybody else. I've spent this week daydreaming about seeing Steve Breason streaking down the sideline coming right towards me in the corner of the endzone. I've had dreams about Steve not being satisfied to simply cross the goal line, but needing to continue on to celebrate with the frenzied Michigan faithful who had waited four long years for Steve to re-arrive and who couldn't care less that he waited as long as he did. Because he was finally there. And so were we.
I decided long ago that a loss would probably bring me to tears, so I just haven't thought much about it. To me, there is a sense of desperation that hasn't ever existed before. There was the very un-Lloyd Carr like admission that we had been preparing for this game all season. There's the sense that Mike Hart has been waiting for this just like each and every one of us has. To put it frankly, I believe there is a quiet confidence in this city. Not just because we really believe, but because we ache for the sweet taste that a victory on Saturday would deliver. To be 100% truthful, I've never wanted anything more in my life as a fan than I want this. I'd give back the Steelers Superbowl for this. Somewhere in the depths of my soul I believe that this was meant to be, for us to not just climb up the mountain that we were so un-gloriously and embarrassingly knocked from last season, but to climb higher than we'd ever been before. And it's perfect that the final step is Ohio State on its turf.
But my words don't do it justice. All the farther you need to go is here, where Johnny of RBUAS says perfectly, "Somewhere, years from now, I may wake from sleep as a brunette’s blue eyes take the air from my lungs with a tornado stare; I may lay shirtless on warm beaches and watch fuchsia sunsets with foreign booze on my lips; I may leave footprints in Mars’ red dirt, but give me a Michigan win on Saturday and you can save your inquiries as to which moment I’ll favor."
Also: Bonus Emotional Picture Montage!
And with that, I'm off to Austin, Texas to interview with Dell. I fly out tomorrow morning. I'll spend the afternoon and evening checking out Austin. Friday, I interview from 1:30-3:30. Then I hustle to the airport and get on a plane for Minneapolis, which will then connect me on to Detroit. From there Phil will pick me up and we'll trek back to Ann Arbor to pick up Jeremy and my car and begin our journey deep into the belly of the beast, where we'll go to watch the Game of The Century.
I decided long ago that a loss would probably bring me to tears, so I just haven't thought much about it. To me, there is a sense of desperation that hasn't ever existed before. There was the very un-Lloyd Carr like admission that we had been preparing for this game all season. There's the sense that Mike Hart has been waiting for this just like each and every one of us has. To put it frankly, I believe there is a quiet confidence in this city. Not just because we really believe, but because we ache for the sweet taste that a victory on Saturday would deliver. To be 100% truthful, I've never wanted anything more in my life as a fan than I want this. I'd give back the Steelers Superbowl for this. Somewhere in the depths of my soul I believe that this was meant to be, for us to not just climb up the mountain that we were so un-gloriously and embarrassingly knocked from last season, but to climb higher than we'd ever been before. And it's perfect that the final step is Ohio State on its turf.
But my words don't do it justice. All the farther you need to go is here, where Johnny of RBUAS says perfectly, "Somewhere, years from now, I may wake from sleep as a brunette’s blue eyes take the air from my lungs with a tornado stare; I may lay shirtless on warm beaches and watch fuchsia sunsets with foreign booze on my lips; I may leave footprints in Mars’ red dirt, but give me a Michigan win on Saturday and you can save your inquiries as to which moment I’ll favor."
Also: Bonus Emotional Picture Montage!
And with that, I'm off to Austin, Texas to interview with Dell. I fly out tomorrow morning. I'll spend the afternoon and evening checking out Austin. Friday, I interview from 1:30-3:30. Then I hustle to the airport and get on a plane for Minneapolis, which will then connect me on to Detroit. From there Phil will pick me up and we'll trek back to Ann Arbor to pick up Jeremy and my car and begin our journey deep into the belly of the beast, where we'll go to watch the Game of The Century.