But how can you root against Navy?
So I won’t root against our Midshipmen.
I’ll just scream my heart out for ND.
And so it’s time, once again, for that weekly tradition:
Cheer, cheer for Old Notre Dame
Wake up the echoes cheering her name,
Send the volley cheer on high,
Shake down the thunder from the sky,
What though the odds be great or small
Old Notre Dame will win over all,
While her loyal sons are marching
Onward to Victory.
You’ll notice I’m not gloating. Not that I ever do.
But it’s halftime. And I have to go to sleep. Because my stupid job is interfering with my life once again, and I’m pulling a 13 hours shift tonight.
And Notre Dame is up by nine.
I have faith in Brady Quinn, and I shall sleep well knowing my team is winning again.
But if I wake up, and find they have lost. I shall still sing a chorus of the fight song and wear my jersey with pride.
After I pull out a few fistfulls of hair…….
ADDENDUM: My hair is intact and I am ecstatic. Notre Dame won and the evil enemy (ya gotta have one in football) USC did not. And, no, that is not a gloat. To quote an old TV character: No brag, just fact. Whoo hoooo!!!!
Go Irish, I love ya, man!