Please Come Home

to Michigan Jim Harbaugh Hey rambling boy, why don’t you settle down SFO ain’t your kind of town. There ain’t no gold and there ain’t nobody like me I’m the number one fan of the man with the OSU guarantee -Ann Arbor, shameless cougar

Ain’t That ‘Merica

‘Merica:  Referring to a Saturday NFL broadcast as Saturday night football simply isn’t good enough. It’s “Thursday Night Football: Saturday Edition.” (Woooo!!! Branding!!!) This is why nobody likes the suits up in marketing. Must I now wear my “Casual Friday khakis: the Saturday Morning version” blue jeans to “First Saturday Cars and Coffee: the one […]

Maybe it was the rats

Maybe it was the rats, squeaking, and waiting to pounce. Maybe it was the gurgle of some unspeakably horrible, probably biologic fluid being illegally dumped (allegedly) in some nearby corridor.  Something woke me.  It wasn’t the daylight, because this godforsaken place seemed unfamiliar with direct sunlight. I looked around.