When The Hammer Falls

When the hammer falls, it falls hard- yep that’s the theme in the little town on the river as reality sinks in. The economy a bust, banks raising student’s loan rates, families going into despair as those lumps of stock just wash away. Yikes, it’s sad, terribly, terribly, sad.

But still, in a normal year there would be that great Ann Arbor soporific, The Team, The Men, The Boys in Blue.. the Big Game, yes, hope would lie with the big game. But not this year, nope, a shabby hiring, a scurrilous, scoundrel coach, a bad program, and deep hubris- that great flaunting... This and the market crashing all at once. The Mud grows deep, and the wagon’s wheels are sinking.

But wait, you say! Roxbury Fleet may still arrive. Could there be hope? Well, there should be, because Roxbury has done it. It appears he is going to make it through that last class, and as much as Jenny Swindle wants him, and as great a gal as swiving Jenny is, Roxbury sees the future, kid or not. Sure, he may drag young Jenny with him to the town of two Anns, at least this was what was up until two days ago.

But wait and woe, because Joe Paterno has come calling, or so Haunted has learned. Yes, the old coach, that clever old fellow with that big nose, and that old age slouch, and that old-world charm. We hear that possibly as goes Saturday so goes Roxbury. Saturday in that gloomy valley is not just another game, it may be the game which defines the boys in blue and turns them yellow for the next ten years. Because, if Paterno pulls this off, and Roxbury renounces Michigan, than the dominoes will start to tumble. The word will be out “don’t go there. They’re losers there, and that coach, a has been all too young...”

Needless to say, The Spanish Scourge, is looking for those Krugarrands, because, because... a bribe...no we won’t go there.

Penn State 45
Michigan 3