Irish Creed throws it back to the days of yore every Thursday
by giving you a sample from my behind-the-scenes book
Throwback #5 comes from Chapter 5: Week 5, in which I recall some of the superstitious "pregame" routine I had developed by our third home game:
UPDATE: I'm signing copies of "Life as the Notre Dame Leprechaun" at Martin's Supermarket (2081 South Bend Ave.) 10 a.m. - 3 p.m. on Friday, Sep. 27 and 8 a.m. - 11 a.m. on Saturday, Sep. 28.
UPDATE: I'm signing copies of "Life as the Notre Dame Leprechaun" at Martin's Supermarket (2081 South Bend Ave.) 10 a.m. - 3 p.m. on Friday, Sep. 27 and 8 a.m. - 11 a.m. on Saturday, Sep. 28.
By my third home game as the Gold Leprechaun, I picked up a pretty regular routine, fraught with superstition of course. If the Fighting Irish won, I had to do everything in the exact same sequence leading up to the next game. When my classes finished for the week on Thursday afternoon, I prepared for my weekly morale-boosting visit to Club Fever. "College Night" meant skipping long lines and dancing on stage with the cheerleaders. After shutting down "The Feve" around 3 a.m. I crashed back in Alumni Hall until noon on Friday when I walked to South Dining Hall for something deliciously greasy to soak up my hangover. Once I got back to my room, I came up with my pep-rally introduction speeches while carefully crafting my chinstrap beard. At some point, every Leprechaun developed his own specific style of facial hair. I liked to keep mine thick enough to seem caricature-like, yet groomed well enough to look sharp.
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Without fail, my Dawgs in the room next door would commence their "40s at 4" celebration right around the same time I finished getting dressed. I loved stopping by their parties just as they got into full swing so I could surprise the weekly mix of students, parents, and alums as they enjoyed the finest malt liquor money could buy. The looks on their faces were priceless, and they often thanked me for getting their weekend off to a lucky start...
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