I didn’t see a single second of the Michigan game. This is Pac-10 country, boy, so Fresno State/UCLA stole the fun on ABC. I spent the afternoon turning dirt and planting grass seed in our backyard, but had the TV sitting on the deck to keep me company (flipping between Auburn/Tennessee and the above-mentioned game). At one point the scrolling marquee told me Michigan was down 19-0 and I pretty much stopped paying attention until 20-19 caught my eye a while later. Huh? Then 27-25. Win. Wow. Where’d that come from?
I later checked out espn.com and read through the entire play-by-play of the game. That first half was atrocious. Three and out, punt. Three and out, punt. Fumble, fumble. Good grief. The only thing I can figure is that Michigan’s defense must have played out of its mind to fight off five turnovers in one half. Watching Threet lumber around during twenty seconds of highlights later during the Penn State/Illinois game, I couldn’t help but think how nice it would’ve been to pick up Pryor this year. Those RR recruits can’t get to Ann Arbor quick enough.
The first week of the college football season Mary cooked up some ridiculous loaded baked potato skins for the requisite in-game snacking. I immediately declared this to be our new Saturday tradition (declared by repeatedly bellowing, “Baked potato Saturday!”) We’ve had baked potatoes the past three Saturdays and had a good streak going until this week when Mary was busy judging a beer brewing contest for the Fresh Hop Ale Festival. I’m in withdrawal. Baked potato Saturday!