Wednesday, which is almost Thursday, which is almost Friday. Nice.
RELIVING MICHIGAN MISERY. I make no bones about it: I probably detest the average Michigan fan more than they can look down their nose at me. Whatever. I've been to Ann Arbor. It's like Athens but without the scenery and devoid of any of the debauchery.
So I don't care. I'm a hater. Guilty as charged, your honor. I'm ready to accept my punishment of 30 polishes of the original College Football Trophy.
But let me get off my heap of trash and empty El Tacoriendo boxes and bring on a surgeon to give a final autopsy of the Michigan's 11th L in its last 13th swing: