FIS

Football Induced Schizophrenia I have it. I know I do. I'm ashamed, but I'm coming to terms with it.  Here's a peak inside my brain on Saturdays in the fall.

5:12, alarm goes off.  First thing on my brain is not, "Man it's so early!" Nope, I think about the game. Wonder if the offense is going to show?  Will we see Peters? I hope not. Find renewed confidence that our beloved coach has figured this out. Snap back into reality and realize the problems are waaaaaay too big to be figured out in a week.  Shit! We're going to get our asses handed to us on a silver platter in primetime.  Great! Just great! Maybe I won't watch, save myself the heartache and embarrassment.  Who am I kidding? I've never missed a game. Ever.  Crap, I gotta get out of bed and get ready to go to the swim meet.

While getting ready at 5:15 am, the thought of the game never enters my mind. I need to be a swim mom right now, feed my daughters a healthy, protein-rich, hot breakfast.  Make sure they have all their gear.  Put the address in the GPS, out the door by 6:15.  Girls, I can't wait to watch you swim your hearts out.  This is going to be so fun.

In the car, they're getting in the zone.  Headphones on, watching videos on the tablet.  They don't want any distractions.  For once, I want you to talk my ear off and ask me the most off the wall questions about how many leaves I think are on the trees. But no, they don't.  So, I'm left with my own thoughts, which uncontrollably wander back to the the game.

Why, oh why is our right tackle so bad? The whole O-line for that matter! Why can't our receivers bail out our back-up quarterback and make some catches? How is our defense so good? Thank God for that defense!  All they have to do is stop Saquon and we're good.  Our defense will totally keep us in the game.  Maybe we can get a defensive score and pull this out.  Hell yes we've got a chance. This. Is. Michigan.  But what if they don't?  What if this is the first big test they've had and they fail. Great. This is going to be so ugly.  Who scheduled this game anyway?! I wonder what Harbaugh will say in the locker room during his pregame speech.  Man, how I'd love to hear one of those motivational talks! I hope my kids have a coach in their life that gets them fired up!  Now that I think about it, they already have.  I hope they keep getting great coaches.

Swim meet, oh yeah.  Please let them swim well. No false starts, or DQs.  This is their first meet of the season. They haven't had much time in the water. Don't get your expectations up too high.  They're great swimmers.  I didn't know what kind of mom I'd be, but I sure do love being a swim mom.  No offense to you dance moms and theater moms of the world, but I just can't picture myself as that mom.  No, I'm a swim mom.  We walk into the natatorium and I love the sweet smell of chlorine in the morning.  I ask if they want me to walk them to the locker room and help them check in, "No thanks mom, we got this!" Alright sweeties, "Live Well, Swim Fast!" (that's our team's motto and I say it everyday before practice and meets)

So there I sit, in the stands with all the other swim moms, dads, uncles, aunts, grandmas and grandpas, waiting. Alone again with my thoughts.  How many hours until kickoff? Wonder when the heat sheets will be ready? The weather here is great, hope the weather is great in Happy Valley (checks weatherbug on phone) Yep, looks like great weather for a fall night football game.  Man, there are going to be gazillions of viewers and I can't wait to see Michigan shock them all and beat #2 Penn State at home for their stupid white-out. This is gonna be so fun.  But what if we don't? What if we have eleventy-hundred turnovers again? Man, I hate losing to Sparty.  Their fans make it so much worse for me.  Ugh! They talk about arrogant Michigan fans.  Looked in the mirror lately?  Oooo, good song playing in here, "Don't Stop Believin!" I used to love it when they played that in the Big House.  That place really is one of my most favorite places in the world.   I just love it there.  Can't wait to go back next weekend. Wonder what their uniforms will look like tonight?

Oh look heat sheets are ready, that's a good sign.  The rest of the day goes by pretty quickly. They have a great meet. One DQ, oh well, that happens.  Lots of great times, and lots of laughs.

"Quickly, hurry up and shower, we gotta get home and watch the game." We drive home, I welcome the conversation. We discuss times, events, highs and lows of the day.  They want to know what events they have on their schedule tomorrow.  We talk about those. They eat. And then we're home. Home. Game is on in a couple hours. Need to do laundry, get ready for tomorrow, and plop in the chair to watch the game. Finally, it's game time.  I'm nervous. Excited. And then........I'm not. Second play and my heart sinks. This is going to be a loooong night.

I'm going to stop right here, because the sequence of events that followed for the next three hours are not for public viewing or consumption.  I barely want my own husband and children to know how I act when the game is on.  But this just gives you a small glipmse of what FIS is. Do you have it too, or am I the only one?

Train Wreck

What an ugly, ugly offensive game that was, for both teams. They should apologize to the defense and buy them all steak dinners.

Much has been said about the "Harbaugh Train." Well right now, his offense is quite literally a train wreck, with 11 victims on board.  Jim Harbaugh has an enormous problem on his hands. He needs to triage the victims and figure out which is most critical. Then, he's gotta devise a plan and execute it with precision, or this season is going to go up in flames. Here's my Pick Six of what I see as the most urgent, in no particular order:

1. The receiving corps: Help out your quarterback and catch the damn ball.  I know, I know, you're young, and inexperienced, and we lost a lot of depth at that position, yadda, yadda, yadda. I've heard those same excuses since......Lloyd Carr left 11 years ago.  It's getting old.

2. The RT: He's been on my radar as a problem since game one, and he's not getting any better.  His back-up JBB, wasn't any better.  This is a problem. Drevno, you've been around long enough and are some acclaimed coach. Figure. It. Out.

3. The Running Game: Why, o why did that get abandoned? They marched down the field chunk by chunk for 16 consecutive plays eating up 7+ minutes off the clock. And then we ditch it!?!?!? What the hell for, it was working. Higdon is our best back, give him the reps, let him play. Quit rotating so many players.

4. The rest of the O-line: Could someone please explain to me why the entire line takes 2-3 steps backward, TOWARD THE QB, as soon as the ball is snapped. Please, correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't their job to hold the line of scrimmage?!?!?! I'm baffled.

5. The QB: On passing plays, you have more than one option.  Please stay in the pocket, (if you have one) and check down through the progressions, before you take off like a bat out of hell and throw an interception because you feel like you have to be the hero.  Furthermore, if no one is open, you are allowed to throw it away. To the sidelines. So the other team doesn't intercept it.

6. Game Planning: As much as I hate to admit it, they were outcoached. It literally hurts my soul to think that, let alone type it for my readers, but it is the truth. OUTCOACHED, by Sparty. Never thought I'd see the day.

So, as you can see, there is not one part of the ENTIRE offense that is good. Not. One. This is year three of Harbaugh and Drevno. For the amount of money you're getting paid, you should be better than this. Right now, you're kind of like meteorologists, you can be terrible at your job, and still make money. Because, right now, that's what your offense is....terrible.

Bekki
~Go Blue!

Face Palm Emoji

If I could use an emoji as the title of this blog, that's the one I'd use.  I use it often, it fits so many circumstances.  I want to write about football, I really, really do, and I will.

But first, I can't even begin to wrap my brain around what has happened and continues to happen in this country. This particular situation hits close to home. I go to concerts. Lots of them. With my children.  I was in Las Vegas this summer. Drove by this location almost daily. With my children. Walked by it on our first day in Vegas. With my children. It literally brings me to my knees to think about the horror that those poor, innocent victims must have felt last night. The terror that their families must have felt when they awoke to the horrific news of what had happened.  The panic that they are going through trying to find their loved ones.  The despair and disbelief that 58 families are feeling right now. And then our media and people of this country use this as an opportunity to make this a political issue.  Have you no heart? Have you no conscience? Put your agenda aside and save your soapbox rant for something else. Right now we should be focused on doing what we can to help the victims.  If the only thing you can do is pray, send good vibes, meditate, or whatever word you use to describe how you help people with your thoughts.  Do that! Don't point fingers. Don't place blame. Now is not the time, it will never the be the time.  The only blame lies in the person that was in that hotel room and anyone that may have willingly and knowingly assisted him. That's it!  It's not the gun's fault. It's not his race's fault. It's not his religion's fault. No more than it's the fault of the vehicle that he drove to the hotel, or the concierge that checked him into the hotel.  It's his fault. His! That's it!

Now, on to football and that same face palm emoji. To the ridiculous fans that were HAPPY that Speight got hurt and is now out for several weeks.......Really people? Really?!?! You're happy that a kid, who plays football for free, for your entertainment, is hurt and can't play?!?! Everything about that is wrong. Am I glad that O'Korn got an opportunity to play, lead the team, and show us just what he is capable of? Of course, but I'm not glad that it came at the expense of a cheap shot that injured our starter. You should literally be ashamed of yourselves for celebrating his injury.  I'm ashamed that you root for the same team I do.  There are many things that I'm ashamed of as a Michigan fan and American today, but there are far more things that I'm proud of as a Michigan fan and an American.  So, I choose to focus on the latter, to help my psyche deal with the former.

Pick 6 things that make me proud:
1. The heroes that walked toward the sounds of gunfire to save lives.
2. The student/athletes that literally put it all on the line for entertainment purposes.
3. The people standing in line for six hours to donate blood to strangers.
4. The student/athletes that turn a blind eye and a deaf ear to ridicule.
5. The strangers that united last night to keep each other safe.
6. The leaders and best.

Go USA and Go Blue
~Bekki