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Big weekend ladies and gentleman. Yes I am an Irish fan, and fully embrace all that it entitles. Lately, it’s been an ass-kicking, but I still waive my flag high. I have spent my entire life on Michigan soil, in a Notre Dame household: In that sense it is like us Lamb’s of Windmill lane have been in international waters so to speak, like Petoria for example. My dad, aka TL, attended the University of Notre Dame, so naturally we were raised Irish fans, Gold and Blue, through and through. I feel very fortunate to have such a rivalry entitled in me based on my descendance from an ND fan, and the community I grew up in.

There have been good years, and bad years, like anything else, and my loyalty has not skipped a beat. I attended a university that did not have a football team, however, even if they did, I doubt my blood would have ran any differently. The only comparable team in sports is the Yankees. Their histories rich with success, their fan base ranging from east cost to west. Most people either love them, or they hate them, and I can’t really argue, because I have always hated the Yankees. Either way, it’s a compliment just to know you care enough about something even to hate them.

In many years past the Notre Dame Michigan game represented the collision of two great and historic powerhouses. Since the AP rating system was instated in 1936, the two teams have met 9 times as the #1 and #2 match up. Unless your head has been securely lodged up your ass, this is not the case for this Saturday’s match up. Entering week 3 of the NCAA football season, neither the Wolverines, or the Irish appear in the top 25 polls, and no one’s arguing. In a recent mgoblog post, the comparison of this weeks matchup has been likened to “Timmy!” the wheel chair stricken character from South Park, vs “Jimmy,” the stuttering boy on crutches. It’s the battle of the handicapped baby, and you know what, who cares? This Irish fan most certainly doesn’t, and I’m willing to bet theirs not a single Wolverine that wants to pound us Irish any less because we’re both well, not very good at football this year.

The rivalry is everything. It means blood. Not in the literal sense like in the case of Michigan Ohio State, because that’s just retarded, and most people from Ohio are ass holes. This rivalry actually has some class. Ask any Michigan fan after traveling to South Bend how they were treated, I guarantee you they will speak highly of the ND faithful. It goes both ways, I speak from experience, just last year I had one of the best days of the fall despite watching one of the most pitiful displays of athletic incompetence (impotence) in my young lifetime. My Irish got handed a 38-0 ass whooping in the Big House, but I came prepared. I enter every year with the utmost of confidence that my boys will prevail, however that doesn’t mean you cant’ have a backup plan. Last year I had been working in Ann Arbor the week leading up to the big game. When Saturday came I realized I didn’t have my lucky number 7 Gold ND jersey, and was forced to improvise. I turned a green St. Patty’s day T inside out, and retraced the shamrock on the other side. It looked something like this:

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At least we didn’t lose to App. State
Ps. Rudy wouldn’t have walked on to a 1AA school.
It was received well, and was an easy in with a cute Wolverine freshman. The climax of the day were the boos from the Michigan fans as she walked hand in hand with an ND fan on our way to the game.
The weatherman says it’s going to be a wet one this Saturday, and I can’t wait. My roommate (Wolverine) Dave and I are leaving in the morning, it should be one hell of a time.

Notre Dame
“Notre Dame Victory March”

Rally sons of Notre Dame
Sing her glory and sound her fame
Raise her Gold and Blue
And cheer with voices true:
Rah, rah, for Notre Dame
We will fight in every game,
Strong of heart and true to her name
We will ne’er forget her
And will cheer her ever
Loyal to Notre Dame.

Cheer, cheer for Old Notre Dame,
Wake up the echoes cheering her name,
Send a volley cheer on high,
Shake down the thunder from the sky!
What though the odds be great or small,
Old Notre Dame will win over all,
While her loyal sons are marching
Onward to victory!