There are 47 days left until toe meets leather & Notre Dame plays Navy in Dublin.
It isn't too often that when I meet a Notre Dame fan that I DON'T want to pound the shit out of them. Sorry Irish fans but must of you are fucking crazy. No, not you- the other guy.
Anyways, The Empress and I went out to dinner with a friend of hers and her husband. Guy bleeds Blue & Gold and was giddy to throw these tickets down on the table. On top of the flashy show and tell, he can talk ND football without sounding like a) someone who is ready to jump off of the ledge and b) is not predicting a national title this year (yes, if you are dead serious about that- we can't hang).
Well played, Donovan. Well played.