Nov 27, 2013
Irish Creed throws it back to the days of yore
by giving you a sample from the behind-the-scenes book
This week's throwback comes from Chapter 5: Week 12, which recalls the Battle for the Legends Trophy between Notre Dame and Stanford in Palo Alto, CA:
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...The cheerleaders and I boarded our chartered flight to San Francisco on Thanksgiving morning, arriving to the most gratifyingly extravagant feast I had ever laid eyes on. Notre Dame really outdid itself with the unlimited helpings of turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing and gravy of all kinds, Alaskan king crab legs, jumbo shrimp, lobster tails, and oceans of cranberry sauce they laid out on our tables. We stacked plate upon plate until we could stack no more. Then we spent the next two days digesting our meals while enjoying everything the beautiful City by the Bay had to offer. The girls made me take photos of them stunting in front of the Golden Gate Bridge, on the notorious prison island of Alcatraz, and even while holding bowls of clam chowder at Fisherman's Wharf. Finally relieved of my duties as they cameraman, I enjoyed returning to my usual emcee role at the pep rally put on by the Notre Dame Club of San Francisco. The always-warm Northern California members of our Notre Dame Family welcomed us with open arms and mellow vibes that almost made me want to put a flower in my hair.
...Game day began when we snuck out of the hotel after our midnight curfew to cause mayhem on Stanford's campus. We didn't mean any real harm, and we would certainly never do anything to deface such a beautiful place, but we did leave our mark by quoting The Little Rascals on every chalkboard we could find:
Dear Stanford Nerds,
We hate your stinking guts. You make us vomit. You're the scum between our toes.
Love, Notre Dame
I had never seen a football field surrounded by palm trees before, but it made sense when I finally came across the most ridiculously absurd mascot of all time. Stanford's Tree looked like a homemade prop from a high school musical, and he acted accordingly. Too many alcohol-related offenses committed by inebriated Trees over the years forced Stanford to adopt a new rule requiring all mascots to pass a Breathalyzer test prior to entering their stadium. Good thing I left my Jameson at home. Double zeros gave me the green light to leave it all on the field one last time...
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