10 days to the destruction of Michigan...

Don't go.

Couldn't pay me to attend any event at the Big Outhouse.

Tell him to wear a helmet.

I had a full beer chucked at my head on my lone trip to that Big Ten suckhole. I ducked, and it hit a cop. The chucker was thrown out. It was kind of fun. But I did think I was going to have to do battle on the way out.

I called a roommate from the concourse at halftime of the

‘03 game in AA and when I got home that night he said he couldn’t hear what I was saying over the people shouting Fuck You and Fuck Notre Dame at me in the background. They’re dicks...

Several months back, my son and I were on an airport bus

on the way from the satellite lot to the terminal.

We got on and I noticed a guy in a bright yellow Michigan hat.

We sat down and I leaned over to my son (who was 9 at the time) and said, "Hey, Milhouse Jr., want to see an asshole?" and he responded, "oh, the guy in the Michigan hat? I already saw him!"

I was very proud.

Well done! Raising him right *

You, your son, and I share hopes. *

37 - nil! *