Fifty days to go. We can see it in the distance now, the glowing sun bouncing off freshly-painted helmets, the undisturbed seat cushions awaiting a slow deflating, and the allure of dozens of cooked foods floating in the breeze. The enormous block 'M' scoreboard calls to us, daring us to risk complete heartbreak in the interest of seeing 235 well-drilled, well-disciplined Michigan bandsmen precede a stampede of 100 Wolverines hungry to annihilate whatever Big Ten foe stands in their way that afternoon. Football's Valhalla watches over us like the Eye of Sauron, the ghosts of Schembechler, Yost, Oosterbaan, Crisler and Canham standing as still as sentries, protecting the gates to the largest college stadium in all the land. It's close now, when fandom turns to raw obsession, taking precedence over weddings, birthdays, anniversaries, births, phone calls from the boss, even funerals (not immediate family of course). Fifty days. We can make it.
David Molk is the most recently-anointed Michigan player to win every award imaginable. He won the Rimington Award for national offensive lineman of the year, the Big Ten Player of the Year, All-American and All-Conference his senior year, and team captain his senior season. Molk stands as one of the best, and as he embarks upon an NFL career, no doubt does Michigan proud as a talent on a level that will go unseen for many moons.