Great Analogy

This was written by a dear friend of mine regarding his favoirte sports team
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To my friends and Michigan football fans:

Fuck Lloyd Carr. Fuck him hard out of hatred. As if he just murdered baby seals by beating them with golden retriever puppies. See my analogy below:

You know who Lloyd carr is. Lloyd Carr is the brain inside a typical girl at the bar. You start talking with the girl and see that she is wearing hooker boots and showing cleavage. A slut..jackpot. A possible winning season with possible National Championship hopes...jackpot. You buy the girl drink after drink. You spend Saturday after Saturday watching the team. You start to question if you are really going to get laid tonight or if the girl is just done up that way because society dictates that she should turn boys on, but not give away the goodies. You start to question if Michigan can win out or if they are getting lucky with close games and they still carry some brand equity simply because they are "MICHIGAN". You begin to realize that you wasted money and 53 minutes talking to a girl who you don't like for her mind, but rather for her physique and the fact that you get hornier with each beer. You begin to realize that after a few close losses that you may have wasted your energy caring for the season as it was hopeless all along and that once again you were dooped by loving a team so much, but with each victory you calculate what needs to happen for your hope to stay alive. You finally are tanked up enough to ask the girl to go home with you and she says that she has a lot of work tomorrow, but that you should call. You are finally at the final game against OSU and you realize they need to win and PSU needs to lose to Michigan state in order to make it to a BCS game, but Michigan says "we are going to lose in the last 2 minutes of the game", but here is a donation slip for our alumni organization, you should pay us money and then maybe you can get season tickets for a winning seasons. You go home all tanked up, you lie in bed and try to beat off only to pass out from the alcohol poisoning making its way through your system.

You end up sitting on December 28th watching a game that doesn't matter only to be pissed about the entire season and hate Lloyd Carr. You wake up the next day and realize that it was your fault because the girl was just like any other girl at the bar, but you still go out the next night looking for the slut. Come August you begin to prepare yourself for another Michigan year hoping that this is year when Michigan football isn't a cocktease.

Fuck Lloyd carr for being a hooker boot wearing, big titted showing, old-fashioned cock tease.