Ehh, who am I kidding. That sucked. The whole game just SUCKED. And do you know what the worst feeling about it is? I feel just terrible for Mike Hart, who played his effin' brains out today, rising off the bench with a bruised thigh to rally the team to grab the lead. One of the best feelings in my sports-viewing life (read as: "all of my known existence") was the exuberant and totally honest roar of the crowd when Mike broke his 54-yarder with a few minutes to go. It seemed to take forever, really. Mike is no Tecmo Bo Jackson, but the play still seemed to go on longer than physically possible. It was as if Mike slowed down time just to show the team, to show the ungrateful Michigan crowd, to show the world, just what hard work and bootstrap-pulling-up look like. With one run, Mike showed college football "This, what I'm doing right here, is what it takes, from everybody on the team, to be great."
And then the rest of the team just rolled over, refluffed their pillow, and went back to sleep.
THIS is what Mike Hart came back to school for?! THIS is why Jake Long gave up millions of dollars in top-3 draft-pick-money?! #$^%@$!!
I'll just let Lord Zoltan the Not-So-Munificent's eyes do the rest of the talking for me:
Yeesh, you can feel the scorn, the barely-restrained-chaos, roiling behind those coal black eyes.
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