I know a certain editor that isn't exactly fond of Notre Dame, but he can't come out and say it publicly. However, yours truly, being the loose cannon he is, has no problem with it.
Hail, Hail, the Bo Schembechler credo when it comes to those pesky Irish. To wit -- the hell with Notre Dame. So there.
I need nitwit bearded, red-headed leprechauns jumping around like I need more mosquitoes on a hot summer night.
I'm supposed to shed a tear over "winning one for the Gipper"? Shut up. That was about as heart-rendering as watching the last episode of M.A.S.H. or All in the Family. Over is over, and everybody knew it was coming anyway -- so why cry about it?
Former Notre Dame football coach Lou Holtz once came to where I worked to give a motivational speech. "Work together as a team, strive for greater achievements, and there is no limit to the possibilities", he said, amongst other things. The young guys and girls were enthralled. We "vets" looked at each other and snickered. Easy for this guy to say, because he probably got 20-30 grand to make such a speech. Give him about 30 days working on the floor of the shop doing a REAL job while management was harassing him the whole way for no apparent reason other than to feed their own bully egos, and dear Lou likely would have seen things differently. Who did this clown think he was kidding? He may have got an Augusta National membership with such BS, and remains a talking head on TV, but Holtz has always been just that. Talk, while expecting others to do the heavy liftting.
You never could pay me enough to go see the movie "Rudy". Just more Notre Dame tear-jerker propaganda. Did I mention shut up?
Shiny gold helmets are tackier than a bad Krylon paint job. Nuff said.
Even their fight song is hypocritical. "Raise her gold and blue and cheer with voices true". So why do they break out the "hallowed" green jerseys when they're about to play a big game? Are they blue or are they green? What's up with that?
Finally, some justice. UConn just knocked off Notre Dame to win yet another national championship in ladies' hoops, and I loved every second of it.
Put that in your kelly green high heels and smoke it, Miss Muffett. Turns out, you were second-class citizens all along. It just took Geno and his Bambinos to once again put you in your place on the biggest stage of your sport.
Did I mention I wasn't overly fond of Notre Dame? Four leaf clovers are for fools to think noteworthy and I wouldn't feed Lucky Charms to the squirrels out back, let alone my dogs.
And the most obvious of all, which I've mentioned before. What's up with Notre Dame calling itself the Fighting Irish when the original Notre Dame is a cathedral in Paris, France? Don't they even know where their roots are?
R.I.P. Bo. Yeah, you were arrogant yourself and not so hot when it came to big games either, but I got your back when it comes to the South Benders.
Hell with em......
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