Monday, September 25, 2006

Yes sir, that's my Bama baby!


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Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Looking Back: 2003 Season, Part I

Hello and welcome to another edition of Looking Back. Today, we move on to the 2003 season. Once again, this edition will start off in the actual 2004 year, but is apart of the 2003 season since the Rose Bowl is played on New Year's Day. The 2003 season was very exciting, and was one of the most successful ones in the past few years. In part I the Michigan Sports Center will take a look back at another Rose Bowl loss, without the exciting game added in, and also a Big Ten title-clinching game against Ohio State.

**January 1, 2004 - #4 Michigan: 14 vs. #1 Southern Cal: 28
It was my first trip ever to the Los Angeles and surrounding area, and obviously my first to a Rose Bowl. This is the farthest I ever have traveled to watch a Michigan football game. The matchup was with the #1 team in the nation, even though the BCS polls disagreed. Many felt USC deserved to be in the Sugar Bowl, which was the national championship game for the 2003-2004 season. USC didn't get its wish, so they would have basically a home game against Michigan.

The Wolverines were the Big Ten champions, and were coming off of a win over rival Ohio State (as you'll find out in just a bit). For U-M, it was their first trip back to Pasadena since the 1998 game in which they clinched a national championship with a win over Washington State. The game with USC was so big that ESPN's College Gameday made the trip to Pasadena for it.

In the days leading up to the game I got ready by attending a pep rally in the middle of downtown Los Angeles. The pep rally was perfect. No clouds in the sky, lots of sun, and thousands of screaming Michigan fans. The spot found to watch from wasn't bad either; it was the very first row. Talk about excitement. When the band played Temptation the percussion section was doing their famed moves right in front of me, and when Hail to the Victors was played, my eardrums stopped working. It was so loud, and I was so close, that you couldn't hear yourself think.

When the day of the game arrived rain was threatening the area of the Rose Bowl. Luckily, it moved through that morning and left perfect conditions for the game itself. The College Gameday studio was setup when I made my way to the surrounding area of the stadium, and the show wasn't running or anything, but you got a good look at it. A special tailgate was setup for members of the alumni association tour, and it was a great way to get ready for the game. Big-screen TVs and a giant tailgating party was the perfect setting. Even some USC fans tried to sneak in.

My seats could've been better since I was stuck in a crowd of USC fans and was right in front of the video board, so no replays could be viewed. I'm not complaining, because going to the game was great, but the obnoxious Trojans around me didn't make it a positive experience.

The game got off to a rocky start as Braylon Edwards dropped a wide-open pass that would've easily scored a touchdown. A blocked field goal by the now-Detroit Lion, Shaun Cody, led to an eventual 25-yard TD pass from Matt Leinart to Keary Colbert. In the second quarter, USC added to their lead with a short TD pass to LenDale White. 14-0 Trojans at the half.

Matt Leinart and Keary Colbert put the game out of reach for the Wolverines when they hooked up again on a 47-yard bomb that put USC up by a score of 21-0. Michigan tried to get back in the game and was somewhat successful when John Navarre threw a touchdown pass to Tim Massaquoi for the score. USC was having none of that when they pulled a trick play out of the books. Another current player for the Detroit Lions, Mike Williams, pulled off the play by throwing a touchdown pass to quarterback Matt Leinart on a reverse pass.

Michigan just couldn't get back in the game after that, and USC would eventually go on to win by a score of 28-14. The Trojans would be voted as a co-national champion, along with LSU, and repeat with another national title just one year later. If it weren't for Vince Young's heroic abilities, the Trojans would have won third consecutive national championship.

**November 22, 2003 - #5 Michigan: 35 vs. #4 Ohio State: 21
Just as it should, the rivalry of Michigan and Ohio State would once again decide the Big Ten champion. With a victory, Michigan would clinch the outright title, and punch the tickets to Pasadena. The game was so big that the all-time record in attendance was set that day, 112,118 people watched the Michigan-OSU game that year. In fact, you could tell the attendance would be larger as the traffic was the worst that I've ever experienced on a way to a game. It took almost four hours just to get to the Big House compared to the normal hour and a half. By the time my father and I reached our seats, the game had almost started.

The game would be well worth the wait. Just before the clock expired to end the first quarter, Steve Breaston lined up at quarterback and ran a draw 3 yards into the endzone to put Michigan ahead early on. It wouldn't take much longer for Michigan to add on to their lead. Braylon Edwards would catch two touchdown passes from 64 and 23 yards out to give Michigan a lead of 21-0.

Moving on to the fourth quarter, Ohio State had cut the Michigan lead all the way down to just seven points before Chris Perry sealed the deal on a 15-yard touchdown run. That run sent Michigan on its way to a 35-14 victory and a Big Ten title. The crowd rushed the field in a manner of just celebrating with the players in what was the most festive I had ever seen the Big House. An overall great game and a personal favorite.
Tomorrow, look for a close win on the road against arch-rival Michigan State, and also a blowout victory over Purdue. Until then, thanks for reading, and Go Blue!

Friday, August 11, 2006

Looking Back: 2003 Season, Part I

Hello and welcome to another edition of Looking Back. Today, we move on to the 2003 season. Once again, this edition will start off in the actual 2004 year, but is apart of the 2003 season since the Rose Bowl is played on New Year's Day. The 2003 season was very exciting, and was one of the most successful ones in the past few years. In part I the Michigan Sports Center will take a look back at another Rose Bowl loss, without the exciting game added in, and also a Big Ten title-clinching game against Ohio State.

**January 1, 2004 - #4 Michigan: 14 vs. #1 Southern Cal: 28
It was my first trip ever to the Los Angeles and surrounding area, and obviously my first to a Rose Bowl. This is the farthest I ever have traveled to watch a Michigan football game. The matchup was with the #1 team in the nation, even though the BCS polls disagreed. Many felt USC deserved to be in the Sugar Bowl, which was the national championship game for the 2003-2004 season. USC didn't get its wish, so they would have basically a home game against Michigan.

The Wolverines were the Big Ten champions, and were coming off of a win over rival Ohio State (as you'll find out in just a bit). For U-M, it was their first trip back to Pasadena since the 1998 game in which they clinched a national championship with a win over Washington State. The game with USC was so big that ESPN's College Gameday made the trip to Pasadena for it.

In the days leading up to the game I got ready by attending a pep rally in the middle of downtown Los Angeles. The pep rally was perfect. No clouds in the sky, lots of sun, and thousands of screaming Michigan fans. The spot found to watch from wasn't bad either; it was the very first row. Talk about excitement. When the band played Temptation the percussion section was doing their famed moves right in front of me, and when Hail to the Victors was played, my eardrums stopped working. It was so loud, and I was so close, that you couldn't hear yourself think.

When the day of the game arrived rain was threatening the area of the Rose Bowl. Luckily, it moved through that morning and left perfect conditions for the game itself. The College Gameday studio was setup when I made my way to the surrounding area of the stadium, and the show wasn't running or anything, but you got a good look at it. A special tailgate was setup for members of the alumni association tour, and it was a great way to get ready for the game. Big-screen TVs and a giant tailgating party was the perfect setting. Even some USC fans tried to sneak in.

My seats could've been better since I was stuck in a crowd of USC fans and was right in front of the video board, so no replays could be viewed. I'm not complaining, because going to the game was great, but the obnoxious Trojans around me didn't make it a positive experience.

The game got off to a rocky start as Braylon Edwards dropped a wide-open pass that would've easily scored a touchdown. A blocked field goal by the now-Detroit Lion, Shaun Cody, led to an eventual 25-yard TD pass from Matt Leinart to Keary Colbert. In the second quarter, USC added to their lead with a short TD pass to LenDale White. 14-0 Trojans at the half.

Matt Leinart and Keary Colbert put the game out of reach for the Wolverines when they hooked up again on a 47-yard bomb that put USC up by a score of 21-0. Michigan tried to get back in the game and was somewhat successful when John Navarre threw a touchdown pass to Tim Massaquoi for the score. USC was having none of that when they pulled a trick play out of the books. Another current player for the Detroit Lions, Mike Williams, pulled off the play by throwing a touchdown pass to quarterback Matt Leinart on a reverse pass.

Michigan just couldn't get back in the game after that, and USC would eventually go on to win by a score of 28-14. The Trojans would be voted as a co-national champion, along with LSU, and repeat with another national title just one year later. If it weren't for Vince Young's heroic abilities, the Trojans would have won third consecutive national championship.

**November 22, 2003 - #5 Michigan: 35 vs. #4 Ohio State: 21
Just as it should, the rivalry of Michigan and Ohio State would once again decide the Big Ten champion. With a victory, Michigan would clinch the outright title, and punch the tickets to Pasadena. The game was so big that the all-time record in attendance was set that day, 112,118 people watched the Michigan-OSU game that year. In fact, you could tell the attendance would be larger as the traffic was the worst that I've ever experienced on a way to a game. It took almost four hours just to get to the Big House compared to the normal hour and a half. By the time my father and I reached our seats, the game had almost started.

The game would be well worth the wait. Just before the clock expired to end the first quarter, Steve Breaston lined up at quarterback and ran a draw 3 yards into the endzone to put Michigan ahead early on. It wouldn't take much longer for Michigan to add on to their lead. Braylon Edwards would catch two touchdown passes from 64 and 23 yards out to give Michigan a lead of 21-0.

Moving on to the fourth quarter, Ohio State had cut the Michigan lead all the way down to just seven points before Chris Perry sealed the deal on a 15-yard touchdown run. That run sent Michigan on its way to a 35-14 victory and a Big Ten title. The crowd rushed the field in a manner of just celebrating with the players in what was the most festive I had ever seen the Big House. An overall great game and a personal favorite.
Tomorrow, look for a close win on the road against arch-rival Michigan State, and also a blowout victory over Purdue. Until then, thanks for reading, and Go Blue!

Monday, July 31, 2006

Best of the MZone - the Follow-Up

As our regular readers have noticed, we're not afraid to beat a topic to death here on the MZone. Particularly if we feel there's even a drop to be wrung from the comedy rag. And the Matt Leinart pictures were no exception. A little more than a couple of weeks after originally posting about the Leinart pix, we posted about them again. But this time we actually incorporated something about the game on the field, if only indirectly.

After his incredible Rose Bowl performance in the 2006 Rose Bowl Vince Young was everywhere. He was like Forrest Gump, but more so. He could even run better than Forrest. So when Yost applied Vince's omnipresence to the Leinart pictures, hilarity ensued.

Or maybe the hilarity was Yost's horrendous photo editing skills. Since then I have forbid him from from trying again and have informed Adobe never to allow him to register Photoshop.

Thursday, July 20, 2006

Happenings

Tired and cranky, but yesterday was a good day 'cause I felt so awake, alive if you will. Stayed home with Benjo today and we slept for most of it. (I don't feel like writing right now but I think that sometimes you have to push through that, as a writer, I mean. I wonder about the day that I will be able to say that with confidence... I wonder if "real" writers ever truly forget that self-consciousness. I don't really think that this blog counts as "real" writing for me, and there will be a day when I won't be able to procrastinate giving my writing more serious attention, but in the meantime, this seems like a pretty good distraction. I won't get into my personal qualms about sharing myself with strangers, holding back certain things, and completely avoiding certain things because I know with certainty that some people I know in real life read this, so... Um, where was I?....)
I forget what happened at work yesterday... I mostly just try to get through it with some desire to keep breathing intact at the end of the day and try to avoid the haters. I can barely describe the problem with my job. I guess it's like when you're with someone you know isn't good enough for you but for whatever reason you continue to see them but really, you're unhappy and you remember on a daily basis everything your relationship is lacking, but you can't bring yourself to end it so you end up finding millions of little things wrong with that person so you can rant and rave and distract yourself from having to do what you know you have to do which is end it. It's like that. So it's not that it's a horrible underpaid (well, sometimes I feel it is, kinda) demeaning job. It's not that I work with horrible or even extremely unpleasant people. It's just that it's not the best *fit* for me. And I can't bring myself to leave yet so I end up having a heightened awareness of the way people are in that place, leading to my conclusion that most of them are haters. I'm even using that term completely accurately, but I still like it. It's sad, my still talking about my dumb job. I'll stop now.
So I took Benjo to Kidspace yesterday. It's this kid's museum in Pasadena that I'd go to as a kid, though they've since, not sure how recently, changed location. They had some free family night or some such last night where they were going to have a flamenco performance so I decided to go and take the Benjo. One of the greatest things in life, if you ask me, is a live music performance. I don't even care what it is, as long as there is someone or *ones* in front of me making sound come from an instrument or from their throat and I can feel the melodies washing over my entire body. So I have always tried, schedule and budget permitting, to share this experience with Benjo. Hell, were I rich, daring, and not single, I'd be taking him to Coachella. With earplugs, of course. Which somewhat defeats the purpose, I guess, but... Anyway, one) live music two) free, so I'm there. Kidspace is now by the Rose Bowl and I'm not too sure what makes it worth the normal $8 or so entrance fee b/c the only places we saw of the small layout were the little kids play room (4 and under) which was somewhat boring and I felt, not stimulating enough for Benjo and then the small room where the band was, which was more like a classroom than anything. They had set up a few rows of cute multi-colored kid-size chairs in the front, right in front of the musicians, and some rows of adult-sized chairs behind that. There were only a few mothers with their kids when I got there about half an hour into their performance. I wanted to be close to Benjamin as he watched the band so I could try and decipher what he was feeling, so I sat him in one of the kiddy chairs and scrunched up next to him on the floor. As far as I could tell he was mesmerized. Most of the kids were kind of wriggling in their seats, looking back at their moms, staring off into space, but Benjo was one of the few who was staring at the musicians as they did their thing, particularly the guitar player and the bass guitar player. He didn't clap along with the music, he didn't say anything, he just watched. Kinda moved his body to the accelerated parts of one of the songs. I narrated things into his ear throughout: "This is where the music's getting faster..." "That man is drumming." "She's singing in Spanish..." I was constantly looking at those dark pools of his eyes and wondering what he was thinking about it all. Mind you, he was just starting to feel under the weather as he had felt the night before, so he wasn't as responsive as I think he'd normally be, but I still believe he really enjoyed it. As for myself, I thought it was amazing. The energy in that music, especially the quickness with which it goes from rollicking to frenetic, it brought me to the brink of tears. I cry when I'm over-emotional, even if it has nothing to do with sadness or frustration. I cry when I feel invigorated. The rain was pouring down, as I could see through the high windows, and the beats were pounding at my chest and head and awakening something in me that is definitely asleep, or snoozing at least, for the 8 1/2 hours I'm at work, and the rest of the time...it's continuously nodding off. It was amazing. It was over soon, because after all, this was a free performance at a children's museum, but I went up to the rather cute (Benjo wanted to talk to him, I swear!) bass guitar and told him how much I enjoyed their music and asked when/where they'd be playing next and as luck would have it, they will be at the Temple Bar in Santa Monica this Saturday night, which despite the cover (what do you expect? it's freakin' L.A.) and pricey beverages and crowdedness remains one of my favorite places for live music. They're opening for some kind of Venezuelan band I've never heard of but they tell me they're pretty good. I assured bass guitar I'd be there. He seemed pleased. (Now, now. I won't jump to conclusions... though he's cute, talented, and seemed to be subtly (sp?) fishing for information on Baby Daddy.) In any case, I will definitely try to make it. Thank God I no longer care about having a date or a companion or a partner in crime for such outings. I love that freedom. I love that I gave this to myself by cutting out dumb boys and the associated nookie with any of them. I may never find someone that appreciates a communal musical experience as much as me, but I'm not gonna wait around to enjoy it by myself. M. might go but even if she doesn't, I'm going to try to go anyway. As for the cost, I have always even in the most dire of financial situations been able to cut somewhere else so that I can do something involving music. I have my priorities straight like that. No dinner for a couple nights? No problem. (You know, of course, I'm talking about myself. Not Benjo) Luckily, I'm doing okay financially right now. I make it work. I always have.
Their name is Mojacar (with an accent over the "a" that I can't recreate.) and if you've never heard any type of live flamenco music before, this is a good start if you're in the L.A. area. And as bass guitar said, no, flamenco is not "the Gypsy Kings..." =-P Their website, ('cause blogger isn't very fond of Macs and I don't know the manual html stuff to do this the cool way...) is mojacarflamenco.com
I'm tired... Just wanted to put that down in words. The rest...Benjo's fever peaking again into the scary range, me at the ER until about 1:30 and dealing with Baby Daddy showing up speaking nonsense (his latest favorite insult: You love playing the victim... etc), being up until 2:30am or so, crazy nurse taking Benjo's temperature as he's burning up, people, and telling me it's 99 degrees (!!!), it being of course, way off from the rectal reading, and missing work today to tend to sick child...well, that deserves attention, too. It was the agony to the ecstasy of earlier, I suppose. It was just as important, but well, I'd rather not relive it. Suffice to say that I loved our time together yesterday, good and bad... I'm getting better.

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

What's the deal with LenDale White?

Darrell Laurant
realfootball365.com

Since the end of the college football season and the onset of the NFL draft this weekend, USC Trojans running back LenDale White has redefined the term "sleeping giant."

He certainly has giant size (6-2, 240-plus) for a running back -- and has, by all accounts, supersized himself even more since his three-touchdown performance against Texas in the Rose Bowl. By his own admission, he topped 250 pounds during the 2005 season.

But to say that White has undistinguished himself in the NFL meat markets would be an understatement. He didn't run the 40 at either the February combine in Indianapolis or his school's Pro Day. He bench-pressed 225 pounds only 14 times (not exactly the performance of a 98-pound weakling, but a bit surprising for a power back). He talked way too much, leading one pro scout to comment: "The kid doesn't know how to be a pro."

In other words, White could write an e-book titled: "How to Cost Yourselves Millions Before the Draft," although it probably wouldn't sell many copies.

So what's the deal? Do we have a Maurice Clarett here? A Ricky Williams?

Apparently not, based on a recent radio interview with Adam Schein of Fox Sports. In it, White confirmed that he passed on trying the 40 at the combine because of a hamstring injury. He had planned to run on Pro Day, he added, but the hammy felt tight that morning, causing him to opt out again. In the conversation, White also affirmed his dedication to playing at the next level.

Given all that, it will be interesting to see where White falls (or rises) when the picking starts on Saturday. Collectively, the NFL player gurus have treated White like Osama bin Laden, and some mock drafts have him tumbling all the way down to the final first-round pick and the Pittsburgh Steelers -- which would be appropriate, given that White has eaten himself into comparisons with Jerome Bettis.

But let's talk about Jerome Bettis -- a lot of teams didn't want him, either, when he came out of Notre Dame.

And anyone who watched the Rose Bowl had to be impressed with White. He broke free on a couple of middling-long runs against a quick Texas defense, scored three times, and at the pivotal moment in the game, when Pete Carroll needed a first down to keep USC's last drive in regulation in forward motion, it was White -- not Reggie Bush or Matt Leinart – who got the call. And almost made it.

White is currently seeing a "hamstring specialist" (talk about specialties!) in his native Denver, and expects to be well-healed by mini-camp time. He's a bright young man who has heard all the bad stuff written and said about him, and he undoubtedly knows what he has to do.

Which makes you wonder -- are any NFL GM's playing possum with White? Certainly, a number of teams that pick earlier than 32nd could use an inside running back of his stature -- Detroit, Arizona, Cleveland, Philadelphia (Brian Westbrook can't continue doing it alone), San Francisco (two picks in the first round, remember), the Giants (what happens if Tiki Barber gets hurt?) and the Jets (Curtis Martin isn't getting any younger).

It wouldn't be a big surprise if one of those teams rolled the dice on White long before he got the chance to become the next Bus.

Monday, July 17, 2006

Questions From An Elliptical Plane

The good folks over at Burnt Orange Nation (which you should be reading [after this, of course]) have given us something to write about during the quiet days before August with their latest addition to the Blogpoll Roundtable.

While not a card carrying member, or a member at all for that matter, the questions intrigued me enough to take a shot at them. Enjoy.

1) Which offseason story are you most tired of, and, on the flip side, interested in? (e.g. Reggie Bush's house, Jimmy Clausen, etc.)

Two words: Matt (bleeping) Leinart. Ever since the Rose Bowl, when ever so gracious in defeat he took a pot shot at the 'Horns in his post game interview, watching his stock fall has been like watching the Hindenberg collapse on the tarmac. His collapse from golden boy to tin man in just 4 months has been breathtaking.

Matt Leinart at the NFL Draft

And it's all been covered live by ESPN, Fox Sports, SI, et al.

The worst part of it, its not entirely his fault. While NO ONE can understand/forgive/disinfect his interest in a certain hotel heiress, the overhyping media juggernaut that is ESPN enjoyed tearing him down as much as it loved building him up. After leading the number 1 team in the country for three solid years, and carrying an ungodly winning streak into the Rose Bowl, the unthinkable happened. They lost. To a better team. Please remember USC was supposed to be the best team Ev-Ah. ESPN was running polls prior to the Rose Bowl asking how this yet uncrowned national champion would stack up against the all-time great teams. At that point it was presumed Leinart could not only wakl on water, but would play the all mighty (Ditka!) closely in a game of one-on-one, on the water. Oops. Someone got in the way of that.

After the loss ESPN, credibility now completely out the window, had to save face. So they grabbed a flame thrower and torched the temple they had built up. And the intent was never to raise it again in three days. The intent was to bury it deep.

And they did. All of a sudden Leinart didn't have a strong enough arm. He wasn't good as advertised. His 40 was too slow. His combine wasn't that impressive. He's a problem child. That Jay Culter guy has a better arm. Look what he did at Vandy, Leinart couldn't have done that. And of course, Vince Young. By draft day Leinart had gone from poster child to problem child. #1 to number #10. He'd lost millions and ended up with the Cardinals.

What made the story even more nauseating was how Leinart handled it. Whoever gave Matt PR advice during the past few months was most likely the same person who gave childcare advice to the Lindberghs. The man completely forgot how to behave. He forgot how to smile. He forgot that no matter what he did, it was going to be on Sportscenter at some point. Happy to drink down the limelight during USC's glory days, he wreched at the taste of fame when the media went sour. His "I'd rather be eating my own feces" smirk before, during, and after the draft was impressive.

His decisions left something to be desired. The incredulous response, when the news got out that he was living well beyond the means of 21/22 year old college student. Oh, my dad's paying for me and our star receiver to live here. The fact that you're hanging out with Nick Lachey, well, that speaks volumes on its own. His malcontent, its not going my way, demeanor throughout the draft likely cost him a significant amount as well. Reacting like a spoiled child when people question you does not bode well in the National Football League where, more often than not, you're going to get your ass handed to you on "any given sunday." Finally, Paris Hilton. You've gotta be kidding me. News flash. Unless you're in 311, its never okay to go after a person who's film resume includes night-vision porn and an extensive Google search list about her going down on some Greek dude. I wish him luck. I harbor no ill will towards him. I'm just sick of the story of his firey collapse. And I'm sick of him doing everything in his power to fan those flames. Points were also awarded to Reggie Bush, the Clausens, and "Fire Lloyd Carr".

On the flip side, I am very excited about the upcoming QB war between Ann Arbor and South Bend.

While Clausen's antics were both annoying and incredibly arrogant, he has done something right. He's given us a focal point for our rage at Notre Dame. Every great college football team needs a spearhead, a rallying point, a target. For Notre Dame hat person will be Jimmy Clausen. He is arrogant. He is short. He is brash. He is flashy. He comes from a line of relatively successful D1 QBs. He looks like a Maltese plugged into a wall socket. But, he is a superbly talented quarterback. He is a good recruiter. He will make Notre Dame a better team over the next four years regardless of whether he plays a down on that fact alone. But we all expect him to play, and play well.

To the North his antithesis awaits. The antonym of Clausen is Ryan Mallett. A giant at 6'7". Quiet and understated. A cannon for an arm. Confident but not arrogant. Superbly talented. Lauded as a phenom from day one. Leadership skills are second nature.

Both will be the respective faces of their programs for the next four to five years. Both will be judged against one another. It will be the perfect storyline. The cocky California hotshot versus the quiet Texas gunslinger.

Man, its going to be fun to watch.

2) Your head coach comes down with a mystery illness and has to step aside. You get to hand pick the replacement for the 2006 season. Who gets your vote?

Kyle already went through the list of coaches at premier programs that should be considered. While I agree Kirk Ferentz is an excellent coach, he's not on my list. There's only one name on my list.

Pat Hill.

On the mustache alone he gets the job. However his successes on the field merit a glance from everyone. Six consecutive bowl invites and and 38-7 home record in 8 years at Fresno State. Anybody, Anytime, Anywhere. I love that motto. He protects his house. His players actually go to class. He took over a program that at best could be described as the back of the short bus and has turned it around. Because Academics are truly an important issue at Michigan (at least I'd like to believe they are), he'd fit the bill there.

Despite the fact that Fresno plays in the WAC, Hill has stockpiled great games against great programs. Last year he almost toppled USC with vastly inferior talent. Over the last 8 years Fresno state has beaten premier programs like Wisconsin, UCLA, and Virginia. Follow the link to his profile. It's an impressive resume.

If Hill can be competitive in that environment, I can only imagine/drool at the possibility of him recruiting at Michigan and fielding a team with that kind of talent.

3) Lastly, we'll mix the football and the blogging together here. If you could have anyone switch allegiances and start covering your team, who you gonna pick?

Much like Notre Dame, Georgia, Ohio State, and Texas, the Michigan-blog-o-sphere is jammed with excellent writers and bloggers. Mgoblog, RBUAS, Schembechler Hall, iBlog For Cookies, and many other great sites (at right). If you're not reading them, you should be. The consensus seems to be that in terms of blogging for a single school, Brian's work at Mgoblog is the standard all others are judged by. I could not agree more.

However, Kyle's work over at Dawg Sports continually leaves me scratching my head as to 1) how he able to write like that, 2) how was he able to make the correlation between a Cylon and the President of UGA, and 3) how in God's name does he have time to do it all? Kyle covers everything Georgia athletics has to offer with both insight and enthusiasm. Whether it's gymnastics, basketball or football, Kyle knows it and covers it.

I'm always excited to see what he comes up with next, and his work always exceeds my expectations. Again, if you're not reading him, you should be.

Special thanks to B.O.N. for helping to fill the void between February and August.