Check that, fool: I just loves me some college football. Michigan Wolverines football.
I can't help it. Believe me, I want to write about something worthwhile tonight. I want to write something insightful and thought-provoking about immigration policy or abortion or some other big ticket topic.
But I can't. Because tonight, on the eve of college football's first Saturday of the year, all I can think about is the old maize and blue. Chalk it down to growing up watching the bowl games with my dad (a Michigan alumnus), or to living with Kenesiology (basically the study of sport) majors my whole time at U of M, or to walking among the throngs of blue clad students heading to the massive stadium (The Big House), or to watching in person as the Wolverines picked apart Notre Dame (an enemy second only to those treacherous rapscallions THE Ohio State Buckeyes) or the day we rushed the field from the student section (it was awesome).