“Beware the Ides of March” is supposed to be a Roman thing, involving knives and forks for the king of Romaine salads, but today it applied to Spartans, thanks to the man who took more charges than a Walmart checker.
From the ranks one could almost hear, “Look! There stands Lance-a-lot, like a stone wall. Again.” Thank Heaven for Stonewall Jones. Through him, and The Big Maple, Purdue lives.
Michigan’s fallen today include the ballyhooed maize-and-blue jerk never to be forgotten for threatening the life of a Big Ten fellow, yelled with expletives upon ejection, and later, rather than apologize for abhorrently unprofessional behavior as an alleged mentor of young men, he only doubled down, saying he was raised by his grandma on the South Side and told to defend himself.
In his defense, there is none. Go home and coach no Moe, Curly Howard.
From the ranks one could almost hear, “Look! There stands Lance-a-lot, like a stone wall. Again.” Thank Heaven for Stonewall Jones. Through him, and The Big Maple, Purdue lives.
Michigan’s fallen today include the ballyhooed maize-and-blue jerk never to be forgotten for threatening the life of a Big Ten fellow, yelled with expletives upon ejection, and later, rather than apologize for abhorrently unprofessional behavior as an alleged mentor of young men, he only doubled down, saying he was raised by his grandma on the South Side and told to defend himself.
In his defense, there is none. Go home and coach no Moe, Curly Howard.
