Sunday was a different kind of day, but still a dandy. We made a Meijer run for chili stuffs and settled in to get some work done. I plugged away at marketing homework and computer troubleshooting while Jenelle graded fast and furiously. We 'reconvened' later in the evening to eat the chili and watch a movie, then had dessert over a very funny book of college paper outtakes.

In the midst of all that, though, it was Selection Sunday, the day of reckoning for college football teams. I had held out hope for a Michigan trip to sunny Florida and a January bowl but it wasn't meant to be and so it'll be a blue Wednesday in San Antonio when Michigan faces Nebraska in the Mastercard Alamo Bowl. Michigan needs to shore up its bowl performance reputation if it doesn't want Iowa picked above it even when the 'Hawks lost an extra game, including the one against U-M. One of the great subtleties of Michigan athletics seems to be the lack of a killer instinct; that'll keep you going to medoichre bowls for decades at a time but prevent outright dominance. Hockey and basketball have it, too. It took a quintet of fiery-eyed frosh to lift the basketball program out of the content contender category in the 1990's and it might take a shake up in the press box to get that done with the football program.