Brian Kelly opened his eyes and knew immediately that he had made at least one horrible mistake. For starters, the bed wasn't his. He lay there, contemplating his suddenly curious surroundings. The ceiling that wasn't his. The digital alarm that wasn't his. The presence next to him that, sticking with the theme, that likely wasn't his wife. It took Kelly forty-five minutes to move himself off the bed and onto the carpeted floor. It wasn't his carpet. He moved slowly, silently, calling upon ...
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The Irish – Episode Ten – Piano Man
Notre Dame head football coach Brian Kelly appreciated the quiet of the courtyard at The Carriage House and the privacy the staff was affording him. The loss to Oklahoma had been especially hard to take. As Kelly contemplated his drink, he admired its legs and rued the legs he lacked on Saturday. Lane Kiffin's firing, too weighed on him. "In a fucking parking lot," he sniffed to no one else. Though he had a freshly-inked contract extension, he knew the power of an angry fanbase and disappointed ...
The Irish – Episode Nine – Is Everything Okay?
To cap off the troubles he'd had sleeping, Brian Kelly caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, his towel higher on his frame than he'd remembered. "Jesus fucking Christ," he thought to himself as he wiped the humidity from the mirror so he could continue his now intense self-scrutiny. "Moobs, Brian. You've got man boobs. Jesus, how much have you put on?" There was no questioning the season's effects to date. Nothing fit the way it was supposed to. Letting the towel drop to the floor, Kelly ...
The Irish – Episode Six – “Shadow Dancing”
Notre Dame football head coach Brian Kelly sat in the middle of a middle pew, literally twiddling his thumbs, his eyes wandering the nave, transept, and the gilded lancet arches. Every few seconds he would glance down at his watch. Outside, in the tumbling darkness, voices, freshman voices, like animal calls, broke the heavy silence inside Sacred Heart with their call and response of freedom from parents and sobriety. He heard the door, heavy, heaving, and rose, moving to the sound. Inside, ...