Ever have a recurring situation, which no matter the logic and reason, you keep feeling the incessant need to repeat past detrimental behavior?
I'm psyched for the game tomorrow.
I can't wait for Michigan to go out there and kick the living crapbags out of Notre Dame tomorrow.
This is the one day of the year where all my whacked out faux-Irish wanna-be tendencies are wiped away and I might as well be Oliver fuckin' Cromwell for my hatred of leprechauns, clovers and the Rakes of Fuckin' Mallow... Dress our D in Black and Tan. Oppress those motherfucking dirtbag French northern Indiana Amish obstinant arrogant insults-to-the-fine-people-of-the-Republic-of-Ireland pricks. And God Save the Queen.
Nevermind the fact that we have no defense to speak of, a true freshman with only one half of game experience starting at QB and a coaching staff that has to take the short bus to the stadium.
As long as we have Hart, we have Hope.
GO BLUE! BEAT THE IRISH!!
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