Sometimes a parent just has to put their children ahead of their love for all things Notre Dame.
It’s a fact of life that they don’t tell you as you hold that tiny baby in your arms.
It is for this reason that I was unable to watch the steamrolling Irish squish the Army.
Now I have every respect for those in the service acadamies. We have the best Army in the world. They just can’t play football very well.
That’s okay, guys. You concentrate on protecting the country; sometimes a bit of perspective is needed.
Meaning I won’t gloat.
I’ll save ALL my gloating for the tiny trojans of usc. I won’t even capitalize the letters.
So, next week I’ll be firmly ensconsed in front of the TV for the ND VS. usc game.
The scream that will pierce the atmosphere, and you WILL hear it, will be me.
WHEN Notre Dame wins, think of the wonderful Fighting Irish. Then think of me.
I don’t drink. But I will drink next Saturday, and it will be beer. I hate beer.
But anything for the Irish.
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!
I need a Bowl game. I can’t face the fact the season is ending.
The reason I missed the ND/Army game was that I was busy watching my daughter and her cross-country team take second place in Division IV at the NCS finals.
This means she and her team have qualified for the state championships in Fresno next week. All I’ve heard for a year is “We’re going to State, We’re going to State!”
And next Saturday she’ll be running in the State Championship.
I’ll be there. In Green and Gold.
And then I’ll be home for the ND game.
In Blue and Gold.
Life doesn’t get any better than this!