The day Tate goes a game without getting hurt is the day Michigan returns to glory. He literally can't even go a quarter of play with out going to the sideline whining like a little baby. Too bad his job isn't threatened because the rest of the Michigan QB's have the accuracy of a drunk sorority girl. Don't get me wrong, Tate is solid and is going to continue on towards greatness, but as for now, grow some fuzz on your peaches and take some Midol.
P.S. Shave the pubes off your chin Tate, that doesn't make you any tougher...Trust me, I wish it did.
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