I have to admit that I was unable to review Saturday's loss to Navy, the post-game comments made by either side, or pretty much anything related to Notre Dame football until three separate events changed my perspective today.
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The first took place in South Dining Hall, where I happily ate my go-to meal between law school classes after a long fall break without the mexican wraps I have perfected over the 5 years I have been eating there. As I went right-right (you Domers know what I'm talking about) I saw one of my friends on the team. After we talked and laughed and went our separate ways, I realized that I hadn't even thought about how badly the team had just gotten beat or how miserable I had been afterwards. I know this particular player goes all out every game and invests a tremendous amount of emotional energy into every play. If he can keep his head up and his spirits high, so can all of us fans. After all, as fans, the only way we can contribute to the success of our team is by showing loyal support and getting loud at the games (I'll save my thoughts on our consistent failure to fulfill either of these duties as of late for another post). I guess my message to everyone wallowing in their own pity-parties is this: Help us Save Our Ship by keeping the faith and staying loyal.
The second took place when I got home from class and checked our blog for comments. I wasn't expecting anything profound due to the pessemistic vibes I've been catching from ND Nation lately, but instead I read these words from a self-proscribed "Navy Type":
"As a kid in the 1940's I never missed a radio broadcast of Notre Dame's football games - never thinking that someday I'd be at a school that played them. Some years later, then a Mid, I clearly remember sitting in the stands and feeling the deep respect we all had for ND. Sure - we wanted to win, but no matter, we always came away with a respect for what ND was, is - and I know, always will be, not only in football, but in all you do." -Jim ... USNA '54
Opposing fans don't usually post very nice things on enemy blogs. Navy fans and Notre Dame fans don't follow the "usual" trend, though. I'd like to thank Jim for reminding me of the big picture.
The third event was simple. Since the weather is changing quickly in South Bend and shorts will no longer be an option in a few weeks, I went for a run. Nothing in the world can compare to our campus on a crisp fall day when the leaves are changing and the crisp smell of autumn is in the air. Nothing, that is, except the perfect moment when the Band of the Fighting Irish unexpectedly strikes up the Victory March just as you are passing between Notre Dame Stadium and Touchdown Jesus. Let's just say my vision was a little blurrier during the remainder of my run. I still have no idea how it happens, but every time I begin to doubt the continuing power of the Notre Dame mystique, a moment like that comes along and unexpectedly rocks my perspective back into focus.
We may have been shipwrecked by Navy on Saturday, and our football program may be sending out an S.O.S. right now, but something tells me that staying the course will prove worthwhile once we weather the storm.
GO IRISH! BEAT HURRICANES!
(No, not those Hurricanes, the Golden ones)