Saturday, September 06, 2014

End of an Era

I’m going to take hearing Radar Love on the radio on my way home from work last night as a good omen.

Although seeing on Facebook that the band didn’t march out to practice due to a heat advisory was interesting. Didn’t we march to and from practice through three feet of snow, uphill both ways?

Anyway…

Godfather nailed it—if we don’t create a Heisman candidate out of another Michigan QB today, we should win. Need some more flavors to go along with the relatively vanilla defense we played last week. As I said in my Rice post mortem, let’s hope we were keeping a few surprises under wraps. But we can’t let them go over the top like Rice did a few times for scores. Keep the play in front of us. I saw a news blurb that Austin Collinsworth will be out 2-4 weeks; hope that’s true and we have him back soon.

And while the defense made a few big mistakes, the offense made no big mistakes beyond a couple of long drops that would have made a blow-out look like a slaughter. EG was spot on with his decision making; threw it away when he had to, didn’t throw into coverage, no delay of game penalties. But I’m guessing we won’t play as mistake free against UM; they’re just a better team and will do their best to force some.

I saw that the weather took a big turn since yesterday; looks like low-to-mid 60s by game time. Too bad, because hot weather is when our Tailback Trio could really wear a defense down. Oh well; let’s hope that keeps working as well as it did last week, even in cooler weather.

We’re 4 point favorites and I’m betting we’ll beat the spread, but not by much. This one will be tight into the fourth quarter, and we’ll win by 6. The leg of Brindza will be the difference.

Oh, and the Navy has hundreds of airplanes, Godfather. They own aircraft carriers, remember? Those ships, coincidentally, carry aircraft. Plenty of need for parachutes!

Irish 30, Michigan 23

GO IRISH!!! BEAT WOLVERINES!!!

1 comment:

Rose 10e said...

We marched in stifling heat at the Missouri game, Sept. 1978. My feet burned through my shoes as we stood ready to march to the stadium. Anyone else remember that one?