Wwwhheeeee!!! There was pleasant comfortability and laughter and the kind of all-around good times that are nice to have once a year or so. There was also Denard.
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For reasons that will be explained momentarily, I will now -- for the first and probably only time ever -- blockquote A.A. Milne:
“Well," said Pooh, "what I like best," and then he had to stop and think. Because although eating honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn't know what it was called.There was a moment. A moment.
Here's the thing about Denard: He's always the fastest dude on the field. Always. There's never a point at which any observant person thinks, "Is he gonna outrun that guy?" There's only, "Is he gonna get past that guy?" The rest is a formality.
There was a moment Saturday. It was a moment that was largely meaningless since it was only part of one of Michigan's eleventy billion touchdowns and therefore wasn't at all relevant to the outcome. It was a moment that didn't even exist for the people who weren't paying attention or didn't have the same viewing angle I did or whatever. It was the moment that was better than what was going to happen because it was confirmation that the what-was-going-to-happen thing was, in fact, going to happen since Denard is always the fastest dude on the field. The rest was a formality.
The "ERMAGHERD DEHRNERD" moment in video form (at the 2:38/2:39 mark) ...
... and in spectacular photographic form (via MGoBlue):
Watching Denard be amazing is a very good thing to do. The moment just before the Denard-be-amazing thing produces amazingness is better.
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