My dream: Bama front seven bottles up M ground game and keeps M offense behind the sticks, pressures and sacks McCarthy on third downs, maybe get a pick or two. Bama O line buys time for Milroe, run bolcks enough to average 4 or 5 yds per run. Milroe protects the ball, hits a few nice deep passes, RBs keep down and distance manageable. Bama in control all day, wins 30-14.
My nightmare: Michigan demon db (forgot his name) in Milroe’s grille all day, causes poor passes and hinky fumbles, turnover Milroe looks like 9/9/23. Michigan O line wallows Bama off the ball, doubles and neutralizes edge rushers. Michigan offense channels Penn State game, run after run, Corum and company stsy shesd of sticks, play action opens pass game to tight ends, ball control anaconda Wolverines. Michigan 27-10.
Reality: somewhere in between, unexpected shit happens, I can only pray we have the ball last within 6. Bama wins, 19-18.
Hook ‘em, my Surly brothers and sisters. It’s been a helluva year. We ain’t dead yet.
If you’re checking out Bourbon Street and some dude walks up and says, “Bet you $20 I can tell you where you got your shoes,” don’t take the bet. Just say “On Bourbon Street, motherfucker! Where you think? Hook ‘em!”