Michigan sucks and the A&M game was epic (they won in triple OT!). Just another day in college football.

At least a few good things came out of today.

Michigan Stadium sells Lemon Chills (the real kind, like they have at The Temple...genius!).

The small grocery directly across the street from my apartment has an idiotically large selection of beer, and Michigan actually stocks Hoegaarden. Genius!

I have already rearranged my classes once, and after a meeting I had Friday with the graduate chair for mechanical engineering, I find myself contemplating another possible swap for one more class, to ensure I can get all these qualifying exams finished that I have to take on my way to a PhD. I tell ya, my schedule was never in this much disarray as an undergrad, but they have just implemented a new system for PhD students in my department, making things a touch hairy at this point. I wouldn't say I'm in full panic mode at this point, but I am definitely a bit ill at ease, as I am still adjusting to college life again and trying to remember and moreover relearn lessons I have not utilized in many years.

At least it appears I will get some research up and running fairly soon, and with the professor that I was interested in working with from back in March during my campus visit.

Anyways, enough blog-prattle, back to studying for me (yeah, I know, sounds ridiculous, but it's absolutely necessary at this point).

So, turns out grad school is pretty hard. Go figure.

In what little spare time I have now, as a manner to relax and center myself, I've taken up writing poetry...tell me what you think of my latest composition:

Roses are red,
violets are blue,
Terry Glenn, T-New, and Greg Ellis are hurt,
the Cowboys are screwed.

Seriously, all these preseason injury situations have me greatly concerned about how effective the Cowboys offense and defense can be this year. I think Patrick Crayton might be able to step up in the number two receiver role, as we've seen some moments of greatness from him, but I don't think he can stretch the field the way Terry Glenn does. And perhaps Anthony Spencer can fill the void left by Crybaby Ellis, but the loss of T-New, if in fact he can't play...frankly, there's nobody I feel confident can do even half the job that guy does. Nate Jones and Jacque Reeves...not so much buddy.

By the way, if you weren't watching the Colts and Saints game on Thursday (okay admittedly I only watched a small amount, but I'm glad I tuned in) you missed a GENIUS slew of Cowboys oriented commercials, including the return of the brilliant Coors Light campaign of editing coaches' press conferences (now the Tuna edition - Cowboys style!):



This is a Diet Pepsi max commercial they showed during the game as well:



Brilliant!

Also I found this:



I didn't see this during the game, but it further acknowledges the greatness of America's Team.

There are actually two other Coors Light commercials involving the Tuna, but I couldn't find them on youtube yet. They are all super funny. Aaaand...I'm done.

Wow, the Sturminator is already calling for the Appalachian State blocked field goal call to be the Homer Call of the Year.

And as if I needed another kick in my sports nuts, Pat Forde (big time college football writer for ESPN), wrote that Texas A&M, among a small group of other teams, is an underachiever of the highest order (I'm not necessarily disagreeing, but man, ouch).

Well, tomorrow at high noon (eastern time, of course), will mark my first foray into a college classroom since finishing my final undergraduate course way back in mid-May of 2002.

It's funny how irony so deftly manuevers its way into your life. Had I taken one more senior level math course at A&M I would have received a minor in math, though I abstained from this route, thinking there was no need for any further math classes and no benefit to be gained from the minor.

Naturally, the first class I will attend as I start school again is...a senior level math course. Boomshakalaka.

So I had my first experience with the Big House today...

...and I had the distinct pleasure of bearing witness to the biggest David vs. Goliath-esque upset in NCAA sports history. The feeling immediately after the last blocked field goal was one of utter incredulity, as the event was almost too much for a human brain to comprehend.

It would have been nice to see a Michigan win (and I certainly hope there will be some this season), but just being a part of the Michigan Stadium atmosphere with the other nearly 110,000 people was awe inspiring. It's a very different feel from Kyle Field, but I think over the next few years I will enjoy watching some college football here in Ann Arbor.