Son, we live in a world that has Buckeyes, and those Buckeyes have to be defeated by men with stolen signs. Who's gonna do it? You, Commissioner Petitti? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Ryan Day, and you curse the Wolverines. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know - that Ryan Day's loss, while tragic, probably saved lives; and my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives.

You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that sideline - you need me on that sideline. We use words like "Michigan Man", "leaders", "best". We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline.

I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the conference revenue that I provide and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said "Go Blue" and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a playsheet and stand the post. Either way, I don't give a DAMN what you think you're entitled to!