I’ve never once in my life been excited to watch The Game (except maybe 2016). To put it plainly, I absolutely despise the historic rivalry between The University of Michigan and Ohio State. Yeah I’m not putting “THE” in front of it like you cronies out there just hoping that stupid egg head notices your allegiance. Nonetheless, I didn’t come here to talk smack, because I have no right to anymore.
As with all things to look forward to this year, COVID-19 has stolen yet another event from the masses that I would have hoped had massive implications on Jim Harbaugh’s tenure as head coach, something I had put off in the beginning, but the program has forced my hand in siding with the mob of firing him.
Jim Harbaugh is not what he was hyped up to be and never will achieve what fans of the winningest team in college football history hoped he would. Harbaugh is 0-5 against OSU and has lost the last two contests by a score of 118-66, which is hilarious that it took two years to score four more points on Ohio State than the Buckeyes did in 2018, hanging 62 points on the Wolverines.
This also doubles as my darkest day as a Wolverine fan after entering the game a 16-point road favorite. I had Ohio State people texting me that morning saying congrats on the win and they scored the most points they ever had in the history of the rivalry. The proof is in the pudding, or for some, bread pudding because I guess that’s a holiday thing.
My point is, this was going to be the worst Michigan/Ohio State matchup in the history of the world and maybe even existence itself.
So do I think COVID-19 is merciful for sparing UM from this beating? Absolutely not.
COVID-19 is the most cowardly instrument of Satan’s arsenal. The game that would have Mortal Kombat fatalitied Jim Harbaugh from ever stepping foot in Schembechler Hall is not happening anymore due to COVID-19 spreading like wildfire through the Wolverines’ locker room.
This wasn’t supposed to be how it went down. Ryan Day had expressed his feelings towards this year’s matchup, they wanted this game more than anything. To deliver the final blow to Jim Harbaugh’s face was probably at the top of his holiday wish list so I can’t even jokingly say Ohio State purposely infected the Wolverines secretly because they were scared.
This Saturday was going to be the nail in the coffin, the knockout punch, the shot heard around the Big Ten that the wicked witch is dead. Look, do I think Harbaugh is retaining his job after this season regardless? No. He may have survived last season, but with no improvements on offense and a declining defense, there are no excuses to be made other than he is not the golden calf he was presented to be. Not even rumors of contract talks can sway my opinion.
I’m a bit sad, actually, I’m lying, I’m horribly depressed.
Even more so than I would have been at noon on Saturday because at least I could have watched the walls crumble around my favorite program and the nightmare would be over and maybe, just maybe, hope would be restored.
I’ve never once in my life been excited to watch The Game (except maybe 2016). To put it plainly, I absolutely despise the historic rivalry between The University of Michigan and Ohio State. Yeah, I’m not putting “THE” in front of it like you cronies out there just hoping that stupid egg head notices your allegiance. Nonetheless, I didn’t come here to talk smack, because I have no right to anymore.