Good Fridays w/Padre: Beating the Conundrums

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It’s an upside down world lately.  I feel like Ferdinand and Isabella when Columbus came back.  I mean I feel bewildered, not greedy and despotic.  If I wanted a comparison for greedy and despotic, I’d use ESPN.  I am bewildered at the odd inversions and reversals of these times.  The football team had a mediocre season, while the basketball team is in the top ten.  The Joyce Center picks up its 600th victory, while the Stadium ended the season with two wrenching losses.  The Stadium is becoming … [Read more...]

Good Fridays w/Padre: Era’s End

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So the Freemasons have won.  Or the Illuminati, Rosicrucians, Elders of the Priory of Sion – let’s just call them the E-lders of the S-ion P-riory freemasoNs.  They and their Rodent Overlord enjoy a complete victory; they have taken over college football and forced the creation of the playoff system that they have long wanted, and will long broadcast, for lots of money.  I mourn the passing of an era.  Gone are the days when the leading teams from regional affiliations of colleges would compete … [Read more...]

Good Fridays w/Padre: A Tale of Two Teams

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It was the best of seasons, it was the worst of seasons; it was a game of touchdowns, it was a game of turnovers; it was the inspiration for belief, it was the cause of incredulity; it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness; it was the autumn of hope, it was the winter of despair; we had a playoff berth before us, we had a second-tier bowl before us; we were in Heaven on earth, we were in a cold, wet Stadium of defeat. Since 1887, we’ve had worse seasons, but few as … [Read more...]

Good Fridays w/Padre: As Always

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Like the swallows returning to the Mission of San Juan Capistrano, my loyal sons and daughters are flying back to Notre Dame, their mother.  Of course, the students aren’t birds, they don't have feathers, and can’t really fly.  So maybe that was a bad simile. Like salmon swimming against the current to return home, my loyal sons and daughters are coming back to the place of their spiritual and educational birth.  Wait…NO NO NO – the salmon do that to spawn.  There is absolutely no spawning at … [Read more...]

Good Fridays w/Padre: Childs’ Play

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I am hailed as the Founder of Notre Dame; also the first Postmaster (go figure).  These are great honorifics of which I am proud.  But the title closest to my heart has always been Father.  I consider all of you to be my loyal sons – and thanks to Ted’s innovations, loyal daughters.  Indeed, you are all my children.  I’m told there was a beautiful opera by that title, though I don’t recall it in Verdi’s or Wagner’s repertoire. However, though I am called Father, I have never had children of … [Read more...]