“...but in the next moment I cursed myself for being so great a fool as to dream of hope at all.”
― Edgar Allan Poe, A Descent into the Maelstrom
... or every one of our eager but deluded souls stepping onto the court, affronting the blazing gloriousness that is Mr. March in the month of his dominion
My oldest son just got the good news 15 minutes ago in email! I'm absolutely thrilled, and the wallet's surprisingly happy, too, keeping him in-state. Can't wait to walk the campus again, this time as the proud pop. Pulling for everyone on the board waiting on the news for their kids, be it today or in the coming months!
I started muting the TV at every block of commercials mid way thru the 2nd. Sitting in silence brough me off the ledge. Seemed to calm and refocus the team, too, so I'll take credit...
It was glorious running down S. Forest with a mob of revelers and merging with every other similar student mob at the corner of South U. I think a store awning also came down with kids climbing all over it. Unforgettable. My only other memory like this, a pale second, was running down the center of Jefferson avenue in Detroit towards downtown after the Wings finally won their Stanley cup years later.
This'll be my 6th final four as a fan (one I was too young to really remember). Go Blue, and let's up that title count!
Yeah, he just barely reigned it in before really making a fool of himself. Not a good look trying to make the interviewer look bad, even if the question was not one you want to answer...
on the couch by the TV, and we let him be. No need to wake him to see the end of the misreable 2nd half his older brothers and I were suffering through. He was going to be devastated either way with the L so let him at least get a night's sleep, I thought...
Needless to say, he was blasted out of the ether by grown and semi-grown men screaming and jumping off furniture. Waking to pandemonium... I can only imagine the story he'll tell years down the road. Needless to say, dad got scolded and sternly told to "never let that happen again". Good times.
Truly amazing to watch. Had my wife, who'd rather read Kindle than watch these games, yelling at the screen. Also a generational moment... The first time in a while where I couldn't spin a yarn to my boys about how I'd "seen this script before" or "it ain't going to happen because" while referencing some random game from before their time. An anti-choke coming down the stretch from the UMBC. Simply a cool moment...
Talked my mom into letting me into the Columbia House Record club when I was about half my current height. This is the album I slipped in amongst 7 other innocuous albums you'd get for that first penny. We only had one record player in the entire house, right in the living room. Needless to say, It took about three tracks before it was confiscated. Got my hands back on it about four years later...
Talked my mom into letting me into the Columbia House Record club when I was about half my current height. This is the album I slipped in amongst 7 other innocuous albums you'd get for that first penny. We only had one record player in the entire house, right in the living room. Needless to say, It took about three tracks before it was confiscated. Got my hands back on it about four years later...
I always thought "Fair City Football Club" would be a name that's both slightly tongue-in-cheek yet capturing the city's optimism. It's a phrase anyone with a sense of Detroit's checkered history immediately recognizes, having been deployed most noteably by our honorable Coleman Young back in the day. You'll often catch the phrase used today derisively by outsiders, but it could be reclaimed back to it's original positive meaning, akin to how President Angell used it back in 1901. It might be a little esoteric not having the "D" prominent in the name, but hey, something different...
Some "FC2" or "F.C.O.D." wearables would be pretty cool, in my opinion.
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“...but in the next…
“...but in the next moment I cursed myself for being so great a fool as to dream of hope at all.”
― Edgar Allan Poe, A Descent into the Maelstrom
... or every one of our eager but deluded souls stepping onto the court, affronting the blazing gloriousness that is Mr. March in the month of his dominion
IAD (In after deletes) Go blue!! Table's set.
Rarified air. Keep climbing, boys! Love this team!
My oldest son just got the good news 15 minutes ago in email! I'm absolutely thrilled, and the wallet's surprisingly happy, too, keeping him in-state. Can't wait to walk the campus again, this time as the proud pop. Pulling for everyone on the board waiting on the news for their kids, be it today or in the coming months!
In for the indent squish.
Bummer. Failed.
I started muting the TV at every block of commercials mid way thru the 2nd. Sitting in silence brough me off the ledge. Seemed to calm and refocus the team, too, so I'll take credit...
It was glorious running down S. Forest with a mob of revelers and merging with every other similar student mob at the corner of South U. I think a store awning also came down with kids climbing all over it. Unforgettable. My only other memory like this, a pale second, was running down the center of Jefferson avenue in Detroit towards downtown after the Wings finally won their Stanley cup years later.
This'll be my 6th final four as a fan (one I was too young to really remember). Go Blue, and let's up that title count!
Yeah, he just barely reigned it in before really making a fool of himself. Not a good look trying to make the interviewer look bad, even if the question was not one you want to answer...
... And This, too!...
This #2
Nets! One more to get!!
Yeah baby!!!
Now that was a crazy 5 seconds of ball between commercial breaks...
Now that was a crazy 5 seconds of ball between commercial breaks...
Clear as day.
Half can't end soon enough.
on the couch by the TV, and we let him be. No need to wake him to see the end of the misreable 2nd half his older brothers and I were suffering through. He was going to be devastated either way with the L so let him at least get a night's sleep, I thought...
Needless to say, he was blasted out of the ether by grown and semi-grown men screaming and jumping off furniture. Waking to pandemonium... I can only imagine the story he'll tell years down the road. Needless to say, dad got scolded and sternly told to "never let that happen again". Good times.
If he can, we'll be fine. Mo's got to snap out of his haze, too. Need some Beilein halftime magic.
3 or to the tin, please...
And Mo on the board!!
Truly amazing to watch. Had my wife, who'd rather read Kindle than watch these games, yelling at the screen. Also a generational moment... The first time in a while where I couldn't spin a yarn to my boys about how I'd "seen this script before" or "it ain't going to happen because" while referencing some random game from before their time. An anti-choke coming down the stretch from the UMBC. Simply a cool moment...
Talked my mom into letting me into the Columbia House Record club when I was about half my current height. This is the album I slipped in amongst 7 other innocuous albums you'd get for that first penny. We only had one record player in the entire house, right in the living room. Needless to say, It took about three tracks before it was confiscated. Got my hands back on it about four years later...
Talked my mom into letting me into the Columbia House Record club when I was about half my current height. This is the album I slipped in amongst 7 other innocuous albums you'd get for that first penny. We only had one record player in the entire house, right in the living room. Needless to say, It took about three tracks before it was confiscated. Got my hands back on it about four years later...
I always thought "Fair City Football Club" would be a name that's both slightly tongue-in-cheek yet capturing the city's optimism. It's a phrase anyone with a sense of Detroit's checkered history immediately recognizes, having been deployed most noteably by our honorable Coleman Young back in the day. You'll often catch the phrase used today derisively by outsiders, but it could be reclaimed back to it's original positive meaning, akin to how President Angell used it back in 1901. It might be a little esoteric not having the "D" prominent in the name, but hey, something different...
Some "FC2" or "F.C.O.D." wearables would be pretty cool, in my opinion.