The Comedy, sometimes it writes itself

ME: ok, so I've been in a debate with someone over the exact "intentions" of the phrase "bless his little heart"
ME: when someone says that, what does it make you think
OTHERPERSON: Awww, they're really trying hard but they'll never succeed
ME: (and I don't mean it in the "endearing aunt" sort of way)
ME: THATSWHATITHOUGHT
ME: they're retarded!
ME: ... the "they" in that last statement referred to the subject of the "BHLH" uttering
ME: like Corky in that f*cking Facts of Life Show
ME: or whatever it was called

I'm just really glad OTHERPERSON didn't follow up that conversation with "Bless your little heart."

This must be avoided at all costs

The classy fans of the classy school of Michigan have decided that creating a fine fermented beverage with the namesake of their favorite coach was a good idea. This is an excellent example of why critical business decisions should not be made whilst drinking heavily. Those decisions are best left to an eight-ball of cocaine and disco lights.

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I can only imagine this being similar in flavor to Lake Erie wine, which tastes of concord grape jelly mixed with Barbasol. Also, not entirely dissimilar with being a Michigan fan, the day after partaking excessively - you want to kill yourself.

I certainly hope this isn't the beginning of a trend of Sports Heros meets Alcoholic Beverages. If someone made a bottle of "Woody Hayes Fume Blanc" I would gladly purchase a case of it, and break each and every bottle over the heads of those responsible for dreaming up this idea.