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Irish Sports Camps in the `70s and Joe Yonto.... by MississippIRISH

My old man was class of `55. My Grandfather was a former football player and calss of `29. Needless to say, my brothers and I were brought up on a steady diet of ND football.

Some of my earliest memories are of my brothers and me running around campus during the summer months and attending the sports camps. Coach Joe Yonto was the head of the sports camps program. I vividly recall Coach Yonto wearing me and my brothers out for one thing or another...a real hard ass. All the while, my dad got the biggest kick seeing his three sons taken to task by one of ND's finest football coaches. Had ND been an "average football" university, I seriously doubt I would still have those memories still so fresh in my mind. It is the reason I attend every home game I can. And even though I live 1200 miles away from my family, I know every fall saturday where my borthers and father are and what they are doing.