In reply to: The broken link: What has ND's football tradition meant to you? posted by Board Ops
He loved ND football, and the stories from my mother about him yelling at the TV during games were legendary.
To me, however, the day I really knew that I wanted to go to Notre Dame was Thanksgiving 1988, ND vs USC.
My Grandfather and my Grandmother were celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary in Florida. All of their kids and most of their grandkids were in attendance to help celebrate. They had rented a reception room in a hotel, and the party was in full swing.
When my grandfather came over to me and informed me that kickoff was a few minutes away. He had made arrangements to have a TV brought up to a side room, so we could sit there and watch the ND/SC game. My grandfather walked out on his friends and family for a few hours to watch the game that day, and from that day forward, there was no place else for me to go to school.