Football Saturday

     At my house Saturday’s revolve around the fighting Irish of Notre Dame’s football games.  We plan all our activities around kick off.  It has always been so.  I was brought up that way.  I was thankful I could sleep in today because when I woke up, I was sick.  Not just a little sick, but a lot sick.  My cold was much worse than the day before.   My head felt like it was the size of the living room.  I could not breathe for all the snot.  What wasn’t clogged happily ran down my face with abandon.  I went through what seemed liked hundreds of tissues.  I took cold medications with no avail.

    The afternoon was spent on the couch covered with blankets with tissues at my side cheering Notre Dame on to victory.  I was hot, and then I was cold.  I was miserable.  As the game progressed, I forgot how sick I was for a moment.  I yelled, I screamed, I cheered, and I jumped up and down.  I am pretty vocal for Notre Dame Games and always have been.  I was brought up in a house where life all but stopped doing the football games and the tradition repeats itself at my house.  Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine Notre Dame would pull another win out of the bag in triple overtime!!  I sure am glad they did!!  What a nail biter!  Hells bells, you could never claim that game wasn’t filled with drama.  I just love riding on the runaway crazy train of the fighting Irish of Notre Dame.

 

     Outside it was cold.  That didn’t stop the fans from keeping the stadium packed until the last strains of "Notre Dame, Our Mother" faded into the thunderous roars of the crowd.  What a season!!  What a game!!  I do believe Brian Kelly’s team of fighting Irish could go all the way until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.