|It has to be a bad dream...doesn't it?|
"But it wasn't a dream. It was a place. In Ann Arbor. And you were there, Andy, and you, Title 9, and you, Baggy...and, unfortunately, so were you, Sru. But you couldn't have been could you? Because it was about Michigan football. And about their football program. No, Aunt "M," this was a real truly live place and I remember some of it wasn't very nice. They had stuffed animals on the sidelines. And crying to Josh Groban music at the football banquet. And losing. Lots and lots of losing. And I had to keep blogging about it. It was awful!
All I kept saying to everybody was 'I want to go home, back to the place where Michigan had a defense, and no stuffed animals, and no Josh Groban music,' and they sent me home! Doesn't anybody believe me? But anyway, Andy, we're home! Home. And this is my blog and you're all here and I'm not going to leave here ever, ever again. Because I love you all. And... Oh Auntie "M!" There's no place like home! No place like The Big House!"