Annnnd, I'm done

It's Wednesday. Usually by Tuesday my Michigan heart has healed after a loss. It's not. And sadly, it's not even broken anymore. It's just hopeless. I'm done getting my hopes up. I'm done thinking Michigan is ever going to be anything more than 8-4 or 7-5. Maybe in a good year they'll be 9-3 or 10-2. The offensive line is no better than it was last year, despite all the reports that they were much improved.  The tackle positions were the most glaring, but the whole o-line is deficient.  I can remember just a handful of plays, and even that is generous, where Shea had a pocket and the play had a chance to even develop before he was off and running for his life.  It's a joke that Harbaugh says the o-line will look the same this week as it did against ND, and he says they are improving. No. They. Aren't. It's atrocious that in year four, there still isn't a single player on that offensive line.  I'm not one for a coach to call out one kid specifically to the media, but I'm also about being honest and real.  And if, IF he really thinks that line is improving, we are in for a hugely disappointing time over the next four months.  I was so irate after reading the press conference quotes on Twitter on Monday, I had to go to my bedroom closet, call my dad, and rant for about 20 minutes. I was so irate that I didn't want my children to hear me.  They are already afraid of me during games, I can't let them know that my rage carries on for days on end.  They will think I've lost my mind. Maybe I have.

I have no Pick Six, I have a Pick One.

1. Win a big game on the road, then I'll start believing in you.

Always and forever, no matter how much they break my heart,

Go Blue!
~Bekki