COME TO THE FISH
I think I just wrote the most promotion-y, homer-ific advance for a baseball game ever. Or maybe I'm just being overly dramatic. But if you are reading this and will be anywhere Ray Fisher Stadium on Friday at 6:30--IT IS YOUR FUCKING SACRED DUTY TO COME WATCH THE WOLVERINES BEAT THE CRAP OUT OF THE EVIL HORRIBLE LOATHSOME BUCKEYES!!!! *eyes turn back to brown from bright scary red* Seriously, you need to come to this game. I've got Joe recruiting his teammates to come. I actually talked to Aaron Rakes in the EQ caf today (why he eats here is beyond me, considering the quality, or lack thereof, of the food and the fact that he doesn't have to) and the second thing I said to him was Are you coming to the GAME?! Well not exactly like that. He's not coming, but from his response--No, I can't, sorry--I think Joe has been doing his job. That answer implies he already knew about it, right? I know Gerry is coming for sure, and Jamie (though he may be late). I can't imagine anything cooler than being in the Fish at night, having it totally packed, and playing Ohio State (especially if I'm sitting with Jamie and Joe!!! AAAAAH!)
I guess my depression is gone, eh?! I'm so pumped!!! Not quite as pumped and freaking out as I was for the meet against Ohio State or Big Tens or NCAAs, but pretty pumped nonetheless. Oh shit, the Tigers game just started!!! Must go root for the Boys!!!!
I guess my depression is gone, eh?! I'm so pumped!!! Not quite as pumped and freaking out as I was for the meet against Ohio State or Big Tens or NCAAs, but pretty pumped nonetheless. Oh shit, the Tigers game just started!!! Must go root for the Boys!!!!