Ask Boltfam

Was this season a total fail

That's a question for time to tell

For now we grab our metal pales

That contain our lunch's ... hold the kale

For its back to work to seek that grail

That's yet to appear in our tale

Of fandom... WHAT THE HELL

So now we hope the Wolverines prevail

And the winds of change do reach the sail

Of a coach whose college days are stale

Whom we'd treat as a royal and gladly hail

With piles and piles of fan written mail

Answer our prayers and please don't fail

Ye gods of football who's heights we'll scale

So we can live at last our fairytale

K luv you bye and can't you tell

Am I certified fresh?

NAY NAY NAY... I'm certified stale!