The Leahy Lounge

Look at him. So happy and carefree when nobody is looking. Coincidence? I think not. Just as Michigan J. Frog tripped the light fantastic in an empty theater, so too have Llloyd Carr's hordes dazzled in anonymity against the likes of [insert directional state university] and Vanderbilt. But now the audience is filing in and tv crews are busy triangulating satellites and plugging in cameras and lights. What will happen to buxom Llloyd and Michigan when the red light flashes on the air?

My prediction: Fear. Followed by vomiting, diarrhea, sleeplessness and general irritability. And a long ride home to Ann Arbor (she owes money all over town).

Irish, 28-20.

Well, I wouldn't exactly call it popular, but at least one freak has emailed a request. Due to the cosmopolitan nature of the Lounge, it was inevitable that our friends in Europe would invite us to celebrate.

That's right, boys and girls, hold on to your seats and break out your air sickness bags, it's the (near) Second Annual Leahy Lounge Lemon Party! - live from an undisclosed location in Brittania.

Not for the faint of heart.