Like I said: Jim Harbaugh is a gift to The Rivalry. By the time Jim Tressel got through with Lloyd Carr, it felt like mugging Sad Pawpaw. Rich Rodriguez's era—short as it was—felt like knocking over a recent divorcee on vacation. Beating Brady Hoke felt like robbing a down-and-out clown walking home from a kid's party at Chuck E. Cheese.
But watching Jim Harbaugh get knocked out in his living room? Shit. That felt like cosmic justice.
Good to see Director Smith being relevant again after the tattoo fiasco. Welcome back!