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Probably going to watch until halftime before coming over the Ford. The girls got mad at me for wanting to watch more.

There may be no better time in the history of the Battle of the Little Brown Jug for the Gophers to get the jug back.

We'll see. Their offense really needs to get it together. Defense leads the country with 26 takeaways.

Go Gophers!!

You are the new MM65. What happened to him?

Big 10 does not matter this year

One of the best fight songs in college football.

Michigan State
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XS1c9lpi ... re=related

Michigan 16-0 at the half. Might be the most pathetic brand of football Minnesota has played all year. This is absolute BS. Offense one first down and 6 other 3 and outs. No commitment to the running game. Nothing vertical with the passing game. Offensive line sucks.

And the lack of discipline with stupid penalties is inexcusable. Just crap. They got booed coming off the field. They should have.

Seen all I need to see. Time to go watch the Mustangs.

George S. Patton wrote:One of the best fight songs in college football.

Michigan State
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XS1c9lpi ... re=related

Me and my wife live all alone
In a little log hut we're all our own;
She loves gin and I love rum,
And don't we have a lot of fun!
Chorus:
Ha, ha, ha, you and me,
Little brown jug, don't I love thee!
Ha, ha, ha, you and me,
Little brown jug, don't I love thee!
When I go toiling on the farm
I take the little jug under my arm;
Place it under a shady tree,
Little brown jug, 'tis you and me. '
'Tis you that makes me friends and foes,
'Tis you that makes me wear old clothes;
But, seeing you're so near my nose,
Tip her up and down she goes.
If all the folks in Adam's race
Were gathered together in one place,
Then I'd prepare to shed a tear (I'd let them go without a tear)
Before I'd part from you, my dear.
If I'd a cow that gave such milk,
I'd dress her in the finest silk;
Feed her up on oats and hay,
And milk her twenty times a day.
I bought a cow from Farmer Jones,
And she was nothing but skin and bones;
I fed her up as fine as silk,
She jumped the fence and strained her milk.
And when I die don't bury me at all,
Just pickle my bones in alcohol;
I'ut a bottle o' booze at my head and feet
And then I know that I will keep.
The rose is red, my nose is too,
The violets blue and so are you;
And yet, I guess, before I stop,
We'd better take another drop.

screw this thread, both teams suck!