Thursday, November 16, 2006

I'd love to talk about Pam on "The Office" or the "B" sample of one Floyd Landis, but...there's kind of a big game played this Saturday at 3:30, down the road a piece.

(Bo Schembechler)

















I kinda like this one. Al Pacino (or is it Frank Caliendo?) fires up the Wolverines for Saturday's game against the Buckeyes. And a nice segue into the "Victors".



Meal of Links

(Tom Harmon)















A bunch of OSU-Michigan traditions. Probably should still be played at Noon, but moved to 3:30 because of the magnitude of this year's game.

(Desmond Howard)









Seems this is the only thing Taft has won lately, besides a light sentence from a judge. The annual Governors Bet. Apparently, Taft stole parts of his gift basket, because the only thing they mention from his side is chocolate buckeyes.

(Anthony Carter)















An OSU-Michigan debate.

(Charles Woodson)















Famous alumni.

Video of the Week

Not taking the rivalry too seriously, here is a song by the Dead Schembechlers. I love the name of the band and the song and the war film approach to the video. Things to look for: The old timey football practice (I think it's the Browns in Vero Beach under Marty), major league fireworks throughout, nuclear winter, lots of people ducking and covering near the end. The closing title "For the truth about the international Wolverine conspiracy to enslave mankind. www.deadschembechlers.com" Ha ha ha.

Dead Schembechlers-"Bomb Ann Arbor Now"



Exercise Yard

(Braylon Edwards)














What to look for during the game.

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1 Across: At 7:03 p.m. Saturday, the #1 team in College Football (8 letters) Answer: Michigan

3 comments:

russ said...

All of a sudden that video is in poor taste...

Anonymous said...

Bo will be looking down from football's Valhalla and inspire the Maize and Blue.God bless Bo.-----------------------JMK

Anonymous said...

Hmmm...here it is midnight and still no post game post. The author must be in his rubber room with his head under the pillow crying about what "woulda, coulda, shoulda."