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...]

Good Fridays w/Padre: Relics

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In Holy Mother Church (not to be confused with The BVM or your own mother, the first of whom will always care for you, the second of whom will never fail to criticize you) as I was saying, in Holy Mother Church we venerate such things called relics.  The word comes from the Latin relictus, meaning ‘that which is left behind.’  Of course, you’d know that if my University hadn’t dropped the Latin and Greek requirement – you’re all getting weak.  At any rate, a relic is a piece of a Holy Saint, and … [Read more...]

Good Fridays w/Padre: No Regrets

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And so for all but the Seniors, it’s time to go home.  Not that the Land of Our Lady isn’t home, too.  I mean it’s time to go to your original homes – land of private bedrooms and non-abrasive toilet paper.  Sure, usually there are two rectors, one male and one female; and the dining fare selections are significantly more limited at mealtimes (by the way, if you complain about the food, you can expect to take a spatula to the face).  But it’s home…for three months, and then you can come back to … [Read more...]