Eventually you hit a point when you know that all is lost. You realize that your once great football program is in a complete and utter shambles. The reality that you have finally succumbed to a much more powerful force is painful and when you’ve got nothing left, you find yourself grabbing at any last straw in one last ditch attempt at defiance before accepting utterly complete and total defeat.
While most Ohio State bloggers are picking apart every minute statistic, running every possible scenario and preparing for what looks like a third run at the BCS championship, at least one blog from our slowly sinking rival to the north has apparently given up all hope once and for all. Instead of researching the new offense that will be implemented by Coach Rodriguez or trying to determine how a young offensive line is going to protect an inexperienced quarterback, the bloggers at “Michigan Against the World” spent what must have been a ridiculous amount of time researching the discipline problems of the Ohio State football program under Coach Tressel (whom for some reason I’m not going to take the time to find out, they refer to as “Cheaty”)
They actually went so far as to list and explain every charge against any player who ever played under Tressel at one time. It doesn’t seem to matter if the player was a former Buckeye when charged (ie. Maurice Clarette), just the fact that he was a member of a team that beat Michigan is enough for them.
I’m not going to give this the honor of a rebuff. Unlike the bloggers at MAWT, we still have a team to get excited about. Our friends at Eleven Warriors do a pretty good job and answering the charges.
And while you would think a post like this would make me angry or get me fired up to dig deep into the closets of the Michigan football program, I find it somewhat sad. There used to be great honor in defeating a rival such as Michigan. You knew when the game was over, win or lose, you had met a worthy opponent — whether across the field or across the stands. You knew that you were facing a kindred soul. You knew that your opponent carried the same respect for the game as yourself and that they understood the value of the great rivalry that is Ohio State/Michigan. You knew that the only person who could understand the raw, unbridled passion that this and only this rivalry breeds was sitting across from you decked out in their Maize and Blue, veins boiling with the same desire for victory. You knew that one of you would walk away from that fateful November afternoon condemned to a dark year consumed with the pain and yearning for redemption.
It appears for now at least that those days are gone. And while I still hold out hope that there is some respectful life still left in Ann Arbor, if the fans at MATW are what we’re up against, my hope is fading fast.