I stole this from Pedia. Funny!
"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 Northwestern score fifty fouuuuuur?)
Inevitably, you'll bring up the past, and boast of National Championships won 40 years before you 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 arch rivals 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 finish ranked number twenty, you'll be back to number three when the preseason polls come out next year (Mr. Delusional Michigan Fan!)"
"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 Northwestern score fifty fouuuuuur?)
Inevitably, you'll bring up the past, and boast of National Championships won 40 years before you 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 arch rivals 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 finish ranked number twenty, you'll be back to number three when the preseason polls come out next year (Mr. Delusional Michigan Fan!)"
