I'm in a bad way...

Fuck it all.

From my sister: "[Roommate's] friends keep teasing me. I think I'm going to cry."

From my brother: "Only when you hit rock bottom can u really experience change. Here's 2 2008 and a new coach and a new era." ..... then he told me he didn't want to talk about it.

From my dad: "I think I'm gonna puke."

From my friend, an alumni: "I don't want to talk about it, I'm trying to stay positive."

From my other friend, who was there: "It was awful, and I don't want to talk about it."

Also, I was drunk when I found out about the game (I couldn't see it, I was driving back to DC.) As my sobriety gently washed over me the realization of the loss only increased. By the time I was completely sober I was completely fucking depressed, to the point I needed to get drunk again.

And I'm definitely going to get drunk again tonight.

If you are looking for me I will be locked in my room with a case of Miller Lite. The lights will be off and it will be very chilly inside. I will be watching reruns of the 1997 Michigan v. Ohio State game and listening to Bo's speech to the team after the 1989 Rose Bowl.

I will also leave you with this, that on this day has brought me just a little bit of optimism.

Just a little.

"When your team is winning, be ready to be tough, because winning can make you soft. On the other hand, when your team is losing, stick by them. Keep believing."

-- Bo Schembechler

Go Blue.

Yes, still.