Real Men Of Genius.... And This Is Dedicated To The Ultimate Buckeye Fans
"Bud Light presents Real Men of Genius"
(Reaaaaal Men Of Genius)
Today we salute you, Mr. Delusional Michigan Fan.
(Mr. Delusional Michigan Faaaaaan!)
Season after season, year after year, you try to justify your absurdly
high preseason ranking.
(Clutching at straws!)
Season after season, year after year, you scramble to make futile
attempts at damage control when the Wolverines lose to a grossly
inferior opponent.
(How'd Appalachian wiin thaaat?)
Inevitably, you'll bring up the past, and boast of National
Championships won 40 years before you were born.
(Those were the daaaaaays!)
You will point out that you have more wins than any other program as
though that is relevant to the current season.
(Been playing since the 1870s!)
Go on, ignore that home loss to your archrivals in the regular season
finale and continue to believe that you'll defeat your bowl opponent
with striking ease.
(We'll win by thirteeeeeeey!)
So crack open an ice cold Bud Light, oh Emperor of Excuses, and take
comfort knowing that when you don't finish in the top 25, you'll be back
to number three when the preseason polls come out next year.
(Mr. Delusional Michigan Fan!)
(Reaaaaal Men Of Genius)
Today we salute you, Mr. Delusional Michigan Fan.
(Mr. Delusional Michigan Faaaaaan!)
Season after season, year after year, you try to justify your absurdly
high preseason ranking.
(Clutching at straws!)
Season after season, year after year, you scramble to make futile
attempts at damage control when the Wolverines lose to a grossly
inferior opponent.
(How'd Appalachian wiin thaaat?)
Inevitably, you'll bring up the past, and boast of National
Championships won 40 years before you were born.
(Those were the daaaaaays!)
You will point out that you have more wins than any other program as
though that is relevant to the current season.
(Been playing since the 1870s!)
Go on, ignore that home loss to your archrivals in the regular season
finale and continue to believe that you'll defeat your bowl opponent
with striking ease.
(We'll win by thirteeeeeeey!)
So crack open an ice cold Bud Light, oh Emperor of Excuses, and take
comfort knowing that when you don't finish in the top 25, you'll be back
to number three when the preseason polls come out next year.
(Mr. Delusional Michigan Fan!)
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