Well, it's been a real hoot. 

We'll admit, we were pretty excited when your car pulled up a few years ago, the dents in the hood still fresh from your parade out of Morgantown. 

You introduced us to so many new experiences. The last time Michigan failed to go to a bowl game, my dad was still crapping his diapers, and after watching my team lose by 38 points to a bunch of mouth breathers in the Gator Bowl, I wish I'd had a pair myself. 

Losing to OSU was tough, but I don't have to eat dinner with those turds. You've given me three straight Thanksgivings worth of smug Spartan smiles, and for that, we can no longer be friends. 

Goodbye, Mitch. We'll never forget you!