Yeah, so 2011 sure started out rather shittily for what’s left of the Michigan faithful. Apart from those first seven or eight minutes when the offense appeared primed for shootout mode, the game was an exercise in masochism. Yet glued to my television I remained for all 60 drub-filled minutes, feelings of nausea deepening with every eight yard run straight up our gut. The lingering effects of my Eve exploits are probably partially to blame for this, but I’m pretty sure I was also experiencing some deep psychosomatic reaction to the thought of a RichRod-helmed Clemson squad being led to a 10-2 season in 2012 by Heisman-winner Denard Robinson (fresh off a redshirt transfer year). The odds of all that coming to pass are, of course, fairly slim—unfortunately, so too seem the chances of it happening here at Michigan. To quote a close friend, “It’s not [going to be okay], man. The program is about to blow up.” That assessment came just before halftime when we were only down by 17…