Question: What is the oldest thing you are wearing today?
Answer: The rag. The Mountain Dew stained, bacon greased, completely washed over the course of 20 years college football sweatshirt to which I never attended. It wasn’t for trying or want. The fact that I wanted to go to college was a huge relief to my family. Watching the only team that was on TV on an early Saturday morning after the random soccer matches on NBC was Notre Dame. I was enamored with the school. Remember, I was probably around 9 or so when I was first accidentally introduced to Notre Dame football (and American football, in general) so I didn’t know about heritage or the politics or the money or any of the bullshit that can ruin one’s love for a school. Hell, I didn’t even know who “Rudy” was or the legendary Lou Holtz. All I cared about at that time was the consistency in getting up on a Saturday, watching an EPL game on ESPN and then flipping it to NBC for the Irish. I learned to understand America’s ill-named football with the Irish. I was also a taught my first lesson in drinking Haterade. It was a crushing blow to the ego when I was turned down but that still didn’t stop me from tuning every Saturday. Some sort of justice was laid upon the Irish in past twelve years when Tyrone Willingham, Kent Baer, and Charlie Weis could not bring an end to the nuclear fallout. It was a bad set of seasons. But I still wore that sweatshirt (and so did a few girlfriends).
It’s probably time to hang it up and grab a new one. I hear that the Irish are back in the media’s favor. Oh, did Manti Te’o screw that up? Sheesh. Kids these days and their internet girlfriends. You’d think that a Heisman nomination would be a enough to get a flesh and blood woman.
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Headline Music from Minus the Bear on the album, Bands like it when you yell “YAR” at them
You had to throw in a did about the ‘blow-up” internet girl friend,