This is a fire. It’s made of burning AIDS, Swine Flu, Bubonic Plague, Ebola, and your own sorrowful shame. It’s for you to fucking die in.

Not all of you. Some of you showed up. If you showed up, we’ll have some new cool shit and penis jokes for you. For those that had tickets, and sold them, to people currently making the stadium louder on OSU plays, making the stadium more red than Maize or Blue – jump in this fucking fire. Now.

It’s senior day. Brandon Graham has played at maximum effort, valiantly, all day. Mark Ortmann and David Moosman have largely protected Tate Forcier well. It’s their last day, their last moment in a Michigan uniform, on the field of Michigan Stadium, and you fair-weathered, contemptable assholes have turned this into a road game for them.

This isn’t about liking Rich Rodriguez. This isn’t even about SUPPORTING Rich Rodriguez. This is about seeing this Senior Class that has worn the Michigan uniform for four or five years off  – thanking them for the hours of entertainment they’ve provided your thankless, pathetic asses for half a decade.

“But Michigan is bad”, “I don’t want to sit in the cold and watch them lose again”, “Rodriguez is an embarassment” – fuck you. Fuck you with a barbed-wire baseball bat. Give me your fucking tickets – or anyone who cheers for Michigan, not just a winner.

This will likely be one of this blog’s last posts in it’s current incarnation, and I cannot think of a better send-off.

Michigan fans: many of you are spineless, entitled, fair-weather bitches. Show some respect to the kids you profess to cheer for. On many kids’ final game in the Big House, you have embarassed Michigan more than this team ever has on the field – you turned Michigan Stadium into a pro-OSU crowd, and it makes us, as a blog, completely fucking sick.