Wow. I'm back.
Something interesting happened today. I was on my way to South Bend (home of Notre Dame) and Hoosiers and Michiganders were headed to The Big House to watch Michigan play Notre Dame.
So, I drove through Ann Arbor thinking, I really hope we win.
Then, I arrived in South Bend, and there are all of these crazy marqees outside restaurants: Go Irish, Beat Michigan.
Ugh.
It's enough to turn your stomach.
Now, ANYONE who knows me, I mean REALLY knows me, knows that if my blood could be blue, it would be.
I am a die-hard Wolverine.
So, even now, laying on my hotel bed in South Bend, I have two Michigan shirts for the drive home.
When I heard the half-time score 20-17 Irish, I got nervous. Then I heard 31-20, but that wasn't correct. It was actually 20-31--someone forgot to put the numbers in the proper order, home team last.
I was releaved and vindicated when my guys stuck out a 34-38 victory.
How sweet victory is. Even better when you can drive through the losers' city sporting your victorious colors.
After all, we ARE the victors!
