Undeniably, what we ask of our military men and women is a sacrifice far beyond any I’ve ever been asked to make (though not for lack of trying on my color-blind part). But I find this edition of Navy, the one both coddled by Charlie Weis and encouraged to play dirty by Ken “Sweep the Leg!” Niumatalolo, to be a particularly infuriating version of Navy. Gone is the fighting spirit of a team of underdogs who have absolutely no quit in them. In their stead, a team of Scott Farkuses, practically laughing, HAHA, as they take late and early hits aimed directly at the knees and the livelihoods of so many ND players before customarily waiting for our head coach to bring both his players and his own pelt before them and their band for the singing of the Navy fight song.
I don’t just want to win this game; Probably more than any game this season, I want ND to annihilate them. But the score for which I truly lust is the one marking the number of times this Navy team regrets ever stepping on the field with the Irish in one column, and the depletion of their hope for ever winning another game against ND in the other.
For too long have the Irish bowed down to the Middies. For too long have we tip-toed along egg shells while Navy took the line of scrimmage, the game, and our pride. For too long have we spent 60 minutes fÃªting these future Naval leaders rather than playing them in a game of football. And for too long have we shown Navy a lack of respect by failing to give Navy that which they so richly deserve: ND’s best and most physically brutal game to this point in the season.
Don’t forget, and don’t let Navy forget it either.