From Jim Rome:
Wolverine fan, congrats on ripping a BCS win, but enough about how you’re not getting enough love or credit for doing it. The reason for that is, I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a team play worse and still win a BCS game. Great, scoreboard: but you’re getting as much credit as you deserve for it. Not all that much. I love Denard Robinson’s game, he’s one of the slickest cats ever… but the only thing the Nard dog really did last night was heave a couple of six point prayers in the direction of Junior Hemingway. Great name. Great hops. The sun also rises. And so does the wideout. About 40 inches. And it’s a good thing too, because if Hemingway’s vert was 35 instead of 40, the maize and blue get smacked last night.
But if you want to talk about a legitimate star: the true MVP of last night’s win, look no further than Michigan kicker Brendan Gibbons. A legend was born last night. Be straight. Have you ever seen a kicker that looks like that? Strike that, have you ever seen a human being who looks like that? That head lettuce. That face lettuce. That porch. That running back number. That left leg cannon. That’s exactly what I’m talking about. Last night was the rare game when I was pumped that a team stalled in the red zone and ran their field goal kicker out. B-Gibbs goes 3-3, with the game winner. And this cat has it all. The game. The look. And he had the rap. Asked after the game what he was thinking about before the final kick, he got this gem:
“Brunette girls.” Bam! Thanks for getting specific with it, B. And finally…even though the Wolverines didn’t look great doing it on the field, they looked awesome off it, in their amazing ‘hysteria’ inspired Def Leppard victory tees. Hail to the victors. Hail to the kicker. Hail to the Leppard. (And definitely pour some sugar on it fellas).
Again, credit for winning the Sugar Bowl. And big ups to Brady Hoke for ripping 11 games in his first season. I mean, at this point, a Big Ten team winning any bowl game is like winning a national championship. But the biggest reason the Wolverines won that game is…because someone had to. And let’s not confuse a close game with a great game, because that was nothing of the sort. I’ve never seen a team more determined to lose a big game than Virginia Tech was last night. I mean, if the Hokie game plan was to jack up one critical play after another, for four quarters, they nailed it. The reason Frank Beamer looked like he was going to (throw up in his own mouth) the entire night is because he was: “I’m about half-sick right now. Too many mistakes…they weren’t stopping us: we were stopping ourselves.”
Normally, the “we beat ourselves” take is one of the worst in sports, but last night may have been one of the few times when it made sense. Because the Hokies took Beamer ball and they flipped it. I never thought I would see that team do something as amateur as running into the punter to extend a drive, or as sloppy as fumbling a kick return. The Hokies have long been the ultimate special team’s killers. And they can add getting beaten by the ugliest fake field goal ever to that long list of accomplishments. Oh, and getting stuffed on the ugliest fake punt ever as well. They had more special teams breakdowns in a single night than they have in all the years Frank Beamer has been there. So of course Hokie kicker Justin Myer missed his field goal attempt in O.T. like he had and the unit had any chance of executing anything of consequence on a night like that. And Hokie fan, stop crying about Danny Coale’s overturned T.D. pass: sure it looked like a T.D. To you. To me. To Coale. To pretty much everyone but the old guys in stripes. But you wouldn’t have needed that play if you hadn’t jacked up about a dozen others before it.
http://www.jimrome.com/take/the-true-sugar-bowl-mvp/29087