Well I managed to hold off until 18 hours before kickoff, but a few quick points…
1.Osu Sucks, Go Blue
2.Osu Sucks, Go Blue
3.Osu Sucks, Go Blue
4.Osu Sucks, Go Blue
5.Osu Sucks, Go Blue
6.Osu Sucks, Go Blue
7.Osu Sucks, Go Blue
8.Osu Sucks, Go Blue
9.Osu Sucks, Go Blue
10.Osu Sucks, Go Blue
My personal prediction is that the Suckeyes collapse faster than a bucket of water without the bucket. 35-0
Hail! To the victors, valiant,
Hail! To the conqu’ring heroes
Hail! Hail! To Michigan the leaders and best
Hail! To the victors, valiant,
Hail! To the conqu’ring heroes
Hail! Hail! To Michigan the champions of the West!
(Why yes I have been drinking, why do you ask?)
Oh yeah and one other thing
On, on, U of K
We are right for the fight today
Hold that ball and hit that line
Ev’ry Wildcat star will shine
We’ll fight, fight, fight
For the blue and white
As we roll to that goal, varsity
And we’ll kick, pass and run
'Til the battle is won
And we’ll bring home the victory
(I would like to point out that we have won a national championship. Beat OU in 1950.)
I don’t pay much heed to big time sports anymore. The players are mostly spoiled brats and the owners, or athletic directors for colleges, are a bunch of greedy bastards.
However, I’m always glad when Iowa beats Minnestoa.
During the 1930’s I used to listen to Dutch Reagan broadcast the Iowa games on WHO Des Moines. That was the time of those Bernie Bierman national chanpionship Minnesota teams. The Golden Gophers habitually scored 50 points while Iowa looked on.
It was sickening and it marked me for life.
We are the sons of Marshall
Sons of the great John Marshall
Year after year we go to Marshall U.
Cheering for our team and gaining knowledge, too
Proudly we wear our colors
Love and loyalty we share
Sure from far and near
You’ll always hear
The wearing of the green
For it’s the Green and White of Marshall U.
OK, so my roommate had to spend last weekend in Iowa City last week, and had a few evenings out to bars for dinner and drinks. One thing leads to another, and it becomes clear that a few of his group were from my alma mater. Before I tell you what school this is, understand that Iowa and my school do not get along very nicely at all. They are not the “rivaly week” matchup, but the animosity is pretty intense for both football and basketball. Under normal ciscumstances there would have been alot of ribbing going on and alot of fairly intense trash talk regarding decades of past events. However on this occasion, the Iowa fans simply shook they heads and didn;t say much at all. Mostly saying “Sorry man, it’s gotta be tough” and “everyone has times like these”. Please tell me that my beloved Illini haven’t fallen this far. Please.
The Old Oaken bucket rivalry is today. The spread favors Purdue by 24.5 points. That spread is not enough, though. The Loosiers must lose so badly that they feel they are inconsequential to the rest of the earth. They must feel the pain of Purdue’s gut wrenching, overtime loss to OSU.
Curse you Omniscient you remind me of a sickening Illinois-Iowa game in 1949 (or was it ‘48?). Iowa marched up and down the field at will but couldn’t score. Illinois’ Perry Moss made one scoring drive in the whole game and won 7 zip.
Then Illinois went on to beat UCLA in the first Big Ten-PCC Rose Bowl, 48-14.
Hail, hail to old Purdue
All hail to our old gold and black
Hail, hail to old Purdue
Our friendship may she never lack
Ever grateful, ever true
Thus we raise our song anew
Of the days we spent with you
All hail our old Purdue!
Dynamite, Dynamite
When Vandy hits the field it’s dynamite
(It goes somethin’ like that)
My best buddy is a Vandy grad that came to Auburn for his degree in Vet medicine. We were neighbors way back then.
Vandy is my “second team”. I feel sorry for them. I went to this year’s Auburn/Vandy game in Nashville, and it looked like 75% of the people in the stands were Auburn folks.
One of my favorite college game memories: Back in the mid-seventies, I was at the game when Tennessee’s Big Orange came to Nashville to play Vandy. Displayed on the side of a dorm, on a huge sheet, was the following message:
