Well, we've had our Lee Corso "Not So Fast, My Friend" Special of the early season. In one of the most insane comebacks I've ever seen, the Fighting Irish of Notre Dame - I can't help myself - were resurrected from the dead tonight to get a win over the Michigan State Spartans. They were down 31-14 at the half and 37-21 at the end of the third. John L. Smith was smirking like a gomer.
And then it happened. A 43-yard touchdown pass from Quinn to Pretty Boy Samardzija ON FOURTH AND FIVE. A fumble converted into another touchdown. And then a pick six to take the lead. Passes bouncing off everyone and ending up in the hands of Irish receivers. Missed extra points. Fights. Rain. And the best part is that everyone who has ever watched MSU knew it was coming. Dez Howard just said it best on SportsCenter: John L. Smith is the only coach in America who could lose that game. This was inevitable. (By the way, Dez is now openly gloating over MSU's loss). In any case, consider the echoes sufficiently awake.
I'm not necessarily an Irish supporter, but it seems there is an inordinate amount of time spent bashing Notre Dame, regardless of how good they actually are. The rationale always seems to be based on the amount of attention the Irish get. Of course, most of the haters seem to be fans of other teams which also receive an inordinate amount of attention (especially idiotic Nebraska fans). I support ND only because I hate hypocrisy. And Nebraska.
God Save John Tyner. My apologies to Kevin Barstow. We should have a cable channel where we can watch Lou Holtz attempt to say "Samardzija" on a loop. And until that day comes, cheer, cheer, for Old Notre Dame...