I make a habit of staying away from Notre Dame message boards. I’d highly recommend you do the same — especially this week. If you’re curious, I can save you the trip. Here’s what you’ll see:
1) The sky is falling, but only on Notre Dame fans.
2) Brian Kelly must be fired NOW. Followed by discussions of who our next coach should be, followed by people insisting that it will be Nick Saban, Bob Stoops or Urban Meyer.
3) Complaints that Notre Dame football has been forever tarnished because they dared to play rock ’n’ roll music in the stadium to help get the crowd fired up.
4) Old men yearning for a time long ago when black people were only allowed to make music or play sports, when women belonged in the kitchen, and when Notre Dame football ruled the land.
My thoughts boil down to this: Does my daughter need it to make her happy? If not, then it’s probably not that big of a deal after all.
In case it’s not clear, Notre Dame lost to USC 31-17.
If you’re going to set your alarm clock to Air Raid Siren for 5:00 AM, please wake up and shut it off sometime within the first 20 minutes. Especially if you live one floor above me.
Call me a bandwagon jumper, but I turned off the Colts game when the Saints scored to make it 55-7. I can only take so much abuse in one weekend.
I watched a grand total of one college football game this weekend. I spent the whole day tailgating in South Bend so my college football thoughts will be few.
Who would have guessed that your team would get better when you replace your old, slow, and fat quarterback with a young, mobile guy? The Vikings finally did.
Now that Jesus’ own quarterback, Tim Tebow, is starting for the Broncos, expect them to never lose again. Especially when they are playing the Dolphins.
You know that Pizza Hut commercial where the dude trades a pizza for Reggie Bush in his Fantasy Football league? The dude with the pizza got the better deal.
My baby spent several adorable hours tailgating at the Notre Dame game this weekend and she didn’t fuss once. She’s a champ.
Hey, Guy Who Stole A Brownie From Our Tailgate, all you had to do was ask. We would have gladly let you have one.