So I am sitting around at home watching Michigan beat the crap out of Nebraska in the Alamo Bowl. Except the Cornholers immediately go up 7–0 on a long play. Bad sign.
Obviously, I am cursing the outcome, so I go to the gym. Maybe aggravating the various “Shouldn’t have done THAT” muscle strains from weightlifting on Monday will show the appropriate contrition to the football gods. And it works. Michigan goes up 28–17. The football gods reward my sacrifice.
Then I go home to catch the end.
Crazy last play. Uncalled interference on NU. F***.
Then, 12 Monkeys (HT: Superstar), because nothing is better to wash away the @#$%@%^%&%&^* of a loss to the Corn Nation than some good time travel paradoxes and nested loops and hallucinations. And shit. “Colonics for everybody!”