Wolverine Liberation Army: Phil Fulmer is: Donut Hole Kenobi

This past weekend, someone said that they've never before wished for football season to be over, but this year they do. At the time I felt much the same. I've been to three games this year which has been great. But tailgating and traveling, moving to a new area and not having my CFB obsessed friends around have all really cut into my routine. It just hasn't seemed like football season.

Used to be I'd wake up on Saturday morning, watch College Gameday and then wander down to the bar to join a Buckeye fan, a Domer fan and several Wolverine fans for hours of games, debates, stories and beverages. We'd get there at 11:30 and often times not leave until after the 8 o'clock game ended. Bets were won and lost, friendships were forged and you could never be certain what would happen, both on the field and off. There was even the day that Kris's brother getting so absolutely shit-canned that he called the girl he was dating (Meredith) and left her a voicemail detailing how badly he needed a blowjob. He awoke the next morning to his mom and step-dad pounding on his door wanting to know "what the fuck was wrong with him??!!!". He had no idea what they were talking about until his mom handed him her phone and forced him to listen to-you guessed it- the voicemail he'd left the night before. Turns out "Mom" is dangerously close to "Meredith" on his contact list. Needless to say, the brother quit drinking for awhile. Anyway, back to the issue here...

This season just hasn't seemed the same as those in the past. Or at least it didn't until Michael Crabtree did this...

Michael Crabtree is badder than a Zima-swilling
ninja-pirate riding a unicorn. True story.

...and single-handedly resuscitated my season. Games like that are what it's all about. It's not about this blog, it's not about verbally disemboweling MGoIdiots I happen to meet at the bar who tell me RichRod should go or Omg we're all gonna die!!!!!! (By the way- John from Thursday, if you're reading this I apologize for asking you to "Please talk more slowly because I don't speak Idiot." It's just that people like you are why I sometimes want to jump in front of a bus.) What it IS ABOUT is the love of the game, and not knowing what will happen on any weekend, and the friendships that are forged over all of this stuff. Without those friendships, I never would have gotten the text that led to the idea for this post. So thank you Scalz1, I hope I do it justice. And thank you Michael Crabtree- for reminding me that no matter how much we lose, football season is something to be savored. I love this time of year.

With that, I present for your enjoyment.....

PHILLIP FULMER IS: DONUT-HOLE KENOBI

So yesterday saw Philip Fulmer got fired at Tennessee, and if that comes as a surprise you've probably spent the last eight weeks playing Twister in an Afghani cave with Osama Bin Laden. They've been horrid. They've essentially become Old Michigan, a program that consistently underachieved and still got more respect than they deserved. For me, I've relished seeing the decline and am sad to see Fat Phil go. You see, I've always hated Tennessee with a zeal only slightly short of my disdain for OSU and Notre Dame. Why? Because fuck Peyton Manning. That's why.

That's right Captain Whiny Pants,

Charles has the Heisman and Tom Brady owns you.

Anyway, for those of you who didn't get to see the Gameday crew react to the news of Fulmer's firing, this is how it went down: (Ed note: If you don't know who Holly is, you can find out by reading EDSBS or her own blog, Snarkastic. We find her consistently hilarious, though as a Colts and Vols fan we're pretty sure she hates both unicorns and Matt Damon. Hopefully she doesn't sick her fanboys after us for this.)

We join our story Sunday Night, where Holly has enlisted the help of Darth Vader and the Death Star in an effort to save her beloved program...