Beaten again

One of the travails of being a Spartan is the frequency with which the University of Michigan beats us.  Yes, you've got the obvious losses on the gridiron, basketball court, and hockey rink, but then consider.  Michigan State embarrassed itself with its handling of Larry Nassar, but Michigan not only gave Nassar his bachelor's degree in 1985, but also trained him in athletic training with one Robert Anderson, who molested about 200 more people than did Nassar.  Worse yet, there's evidence that head coach Bo Schembechler used Anderson to keep football players in line. Wolverines for the win, so to speak.

We thought we'd done well with Mel Tucker getting fired for hitting on a sexual assault prevention consultant (Brenda Tracy), but then Michigan showed us again why they are "the leaders and best", as Sharrone Moore not only got fired for carrying on a physical relationship with a subordinate, but also got himself arrested for at least one felony as he threatened to kill himself with a butter knife after apparently breaking into his ex-girlfriend's home.

Not being a graduate of Michigan's esteemed general studies program, I'm not quite sure how one would kill oneself with a butter knife (maybe bruise yourself pretty badly?), but again, Michigan for the win.  And of course, 

So here's the result of Moore's final days with Michigan.

• The fight song will be renamed "Jail to the Victors" (lyrics composed initially in honor of Gary Moeller, of course)
  
• The Michigan prison system is going to start using Michigan swag as the new uniforms to save money, as the incoming inmates already have it.
• Moore is a top candidate for the head coach of the Raiders, if the Davis family ("Just win, baby") can negotiate work release for him.

Seriously, I think the reality here is that Moore has a good lawyer, and he's going to plea down to misdemeanors with no jail time, and the school will respond to any findings of the independent investigation by shrugging them off, just as they did with the half-billion dollar settlement with the victims of Robert Anderson.  It'll go on, really, until the alumni and donors finally get disgusted enough to close their wallets to Ann Arbor.

And really, the same applies in East Lansing, and all over the country.  I don't know that we can get college sportsball back to an Olympic ideal--training for an olive wreath--but there's got to be a better way than what we're doing now.