A missive from the enclave: pimp cane edition

Salve Magisterium,

After 40 days and 40 nights of fasting, prayer, and utter silence, I entered the Cathedral of Notre Dame Stadium only to find a flood of Biblical proportions.  And it was Good.  Anyone who attended the game on Saturday and was rooting for God's Chosen College Football Team can attest to the fun that was had from the very first kickoff, to the very second kickoff that followed rapidly on its heels, to the very third kickoff which licked the second kickoff's bunions in turn.

It was the most thoroughly enjoyable game I have attended in years and the rainiest game I have ever attended.  It was as if the good Lord, seeing that the game was over in the third quarter, dumped his Heavenly Gatorade Cooler on the entire stadium.

A few highlights from the stadium's very bowl.  Bullets, please:

  • Any Michigan (sucks!) fan who came unprepared for the rain, and this wasn't really the sort of rain that anyone could prepare for short of an ark, could purchase a poncho in a plain white wrapper.  Once you get that thing open, though, you find a delightful, bright blue hoodie garbage bag festooned in golden, interlocking N's and D's.  There was a lot less maize (sucks!) in the stadium during the second half.
  • The statue of Lou is pretty great, and it shows him accompanied by "mystery players" wearing the numbers 81 and 9.  Whoever could they be?  The statue would have been better if it showed him grabbing one of the players by the facemask and screaming up his nostrils or perhaps picking grass contemplatively, as a friend noted.  Or perhaps Lou adorned in a dirty wifebeater stubbing out cigarettes on the back of Mark May's hand.  That would have been great, too.  As it is, though, it's a nice tribute.
  • It seemed as if the TV timeouts were not nearly as long as they were during the Whale's Vagina State game last week.  But this may have been a result, in part, of the sheer euphoria I was inhaling through this entire, beautiful second game.
  • The band kicked off the post-game reveries by diving straight into the sway-inducing Alma Mater.  Was this for the cameras?  I know not, but to quote Brother Kenmore (Trappist): "This sucks."  It's like Jack Handy's philosophy for attending orgies.  You don't just show up naked.  You have to build to that.

A look at the schedule gives the optimist faithful reason for ever more hope on a week-to-week basis.  The only team on Notre Dame's schedule that is currently ranked is #1 USC.  But guess who just earned 4 votes in the AP Poll and 5 votes in the Coaches' Poll?  I'll give you a hint: it wasn't Ball State.  They only got, like, 1 or 2 votes.  Losers.

Suck it, Letterman.

Suck it, Letterman.

In any event, the future can wait.  Let the players and coaches begin worrying about next week now.  I'll wait until kickoff to let go of the delicious sensation that accompanies a game like the one we saw on Saturday.

H'amen.

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