I used to have this weird little routine when I was stuck in DeBartolo or South Quad on one of those many cold, brutal freezing days. Since I was never fond of wearing the big winter coats, I'd just use a regular jacket (with the customary ND letterhead somewhere, of course), some mittens, and maybe a scarf and the hood if the wind chill was in the single digits. Armed with these slim items I'd rush in my baby blue scooter all the way to the library and take my sweet time going through the hall way. It was just enough time to warm up the nearly frostbitten fingers, toes, ears, and lips, and it was half the distance to my dorm room. It was also my favorite stop right after a game.
See, on game day, everyone comes to the library to oogle at the mural we call Touchdown Jesus. We can see it from the stadium, and well from the pedistrian viewpoint, we get to see all the people standing and cheering before and during the game. When the game was almost over, my friends and I would leave and take shelter in the library. We'd smile at the cheering because it was still almost just as loud, and breathe a sigh of relief because this time we weren't going to get trampled by the rest of the students as they raided the field. Oh, and have I mentioned it was warm?
I miss game day. I missed today thanks to a migraine. It wasn't a home game, but Notre Dame proved once again that no matter what the odds, they can still beat a ranked team, and that to me is better than nothing at all. I think people keep expecting Ty to be just as good if not the next Lou Holtz. Hell, I was there his last year, and he was like a god, except Ron Powlus was the QB, and that sort of ruined it a bit.
The point is, Ty is better than Davie, and these boys are slowly but surely picking up the pieces. They win some, they lose some. Don't underestimate them. I think it's about time USC started sweating a little.
Here come the Irish.
