Threat Level: Midnight.Losing to Appalachian State: Taking my heart and dropping it in a bucket of boiling tears.
Losing to Oregon: Someone else hitting my soul in the crotch with a frozen sledgehammer.
Losing to Notre Dame (should it happen): A third guy walks in and starts punching me in the grief bone, and I'm crying, and nobody can hear me, because I'm terribly, terribly alone.
I kept thinking about this yesterday, but I'm not sure whether Michigan is Farmer Brown or Flight 430:
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