September 2nd, 2016 at 12:47 PM ^
Release the Kraken!!
September 2nd, 2016 at 12:54 PM ^
Time to use that fully weaponized system to full effect.
September 2nd, 2016 at 12:56 PM ^
I'm helping a friend move tomorrow morning and I'm on PST, so I'm hauling over a TV and my Chromecast to catch kickoff. I'll try not to wrinkle my jersey.
September 2nd, 2016 at 12:57 PM ^
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September 2nd, 2016 at 1:00 PM ^
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September 2nd, 2016 at 1:45 PM ^
Like you could even handle it.
/s
September 2nd, 2016 at 7:09 PM ^
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September 2nd, 2016 at 12:58 PM ^
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September 2nd, 2016 at 1:24 PM ^
You lucky bastard.
September 2nd, 2016 at 1:27 PM ^
September 2nd, 2016 at 3:04 PM ^
Your seat, another seat, concession stand with TVs, your phone from the bathroom, a luxury box, the top of the stadium, a plane during the flyover, a blimp, space station ...
September 2nd, 2016 at 1:29 PM ^
I need to go home. I just can't work with all this excitement!
September 2nd, 2016 at 1:42 PM ^
MICHIGAN DRINKING SONG. M.B. Cooper, 1902
Verse 1:
Clink, clink, clink, oh, fill the glasses high;
Drink, drink, drink, until the cask is dry!
In ancient Greece in times of war and peace,
Old Bachus went aroaming;
From early day he sought his way
Until long after gloaming.
He stopp’d when ever he saw vinters working
And bade them labor without any shirking,
“For the product of your toil.” Quoth he,
“Will make dull time pass merrily.”
Old Bac was right, ‘twas not a boast,
And so till light we’ll drink the toast,
The toast that we love most.
Chorus:
For we’ll drink again, Michigan, drink, drink, drink, all we can,
All we can, Michigan, all to thee.
For we’ll drink, drink, drink, drink, again, Michigan, Michigan,
All we can drink again, all to thee, all to thee, all to thee,
Michigan, Michigan, all to thee.
Verse 2:
Clink, clink, clink, oh, fill the glasses high;
Drink, drink, drink, until the cask is dry!
With spirits rare and jollity spare,
We’ve naught to dream of sorrow;
Our hearts are light and gay to-night,
Why think then of the morrow?
A pipe, the comrade for a college fellow,
A glass o’er-flowing with a wine so mellow,
And a rousing song to bring good cheer—
We need no more to make life dear.
Then drink again, ye college host,
To Michigan, a college toast,
The toast that we love most.
September 2nd, 2016 at 1:43 PM ^
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September 2nd, 2016 at 2:04 PM ^
I'm a wreck - can't wait. I am really fucking busy all week, and so I can't F5 my way to Saturday (which is a blessing). GO BLUE!!!!!!!!!!!
September 2nd, 2016 at 2:58 PM ^
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September 2nd, 2016 at 6:51 PM ^
My mom is a pretty reserved person, and she's only a casual fan of Michigan due to me having gone there. She told me earlier today that she was mildly peeved that she had agreed to go to the movies with a friend tomorrow afternoon and would miss the game. She just texted me, told me she had postponed the movie date until Monday - "Michigan better obliterate Hawaii." LOL