the Grinch's heart grow three sizes. I don't quite know what to make of it.
I find the most pitiful part is the excuses that start to form in my own mind and the hope that still tries to creep out. "Maybe they do just need to come together as a team." "It's still bad attitudes from Weis, that's what it is." And then I remind myself that we can't get a play call in from the sideline. Or that Denard Robinson is on the Heisman list, again.
I fear that the fun days will never be back. I would hate to see that happen because I had a lot of good times watching Notre Dame in the 80's and early 90's. I remember being 11 years old and telling my dad that I had made my own college football poll before the 1988 season. I said that I had picked Notre Dame number 1. He looked a little surprised, but he said, well they could pull it off. (If I had been able to gamble at that young age, I could have made some good money)
Now after watching so much ineptitude, I just don't know how much more I can take and still come back for more.