I, on the Irish (Shiraz in the Hands of a Drunken God)
Even the best-laid plans of bloggers and breakfast clubbers often go awry. Weary as I was from Friday’s festivities, I still dragged my carcass out from under a cave of blankets to join nieces and siblings for an early morning drinking opportunity before the Purdue-Penn State game. I fully planned on going to a new pub called O’Bryan’s Nine Irish Brothers to watch the Irish at noon. Seems like a reasonable option.
But what reasonable person starts drinking wine at 9 a.m.? Did I mention I was dressed in full Touchdown Jesus regalia? That’s me to your left, bleary-eyed with an unknown priest and nun. The breakfast club led to a lingering tailgate and it was the third quarter before my own brother and I arrived at Nine Irish Brothers. Because of some television glitch, they could only show one game on several screens. “God damn it,” I condemned the young beer fetcher. But she just glared at me in schoolgirl wonderment. Like the Stations of the Cross, Bob and I suffered through the rest of the Boilermaker shutout: 12-0. I fell off my stool three times.
Though I had no visions of it, Notre Dame defeated Navy for about the 122nd straight time. Not since John Paul Jones (or maybe it was Roger Staubach) have the Midshipmen beaten the Irish. Sounds like Brady Quinn may have kept both Heisman dreams and a top-draft-pick possibility alive with his play. On Sunday, my day, I watched “60 Minutes” and the piece on Charlie Weis. The scoop it seems for Steve Kroft, was finding a football coach who swears like a sailor. Nice job, dickhead. Maybe next week you’ll expose a farmer who’s fond of growing crops.
For next week, as God and Dad is my witness, I’ll try to position myself better as the North Carolina Tar Heels arrive in South Bend.
Bill, now that you’ve started to blog on the Irish, you won’t hear from me………like Kathleen says, “if you have nothing nice to say, don’t say anything at all”. You know how I feel about ND……..let’s see, who’s better, Tim Brown or that guy no one can remember from Michigan State???? Oh well, if Weiss decides to recruit Patrick, I may be able to change my allegiances!!
Mouthpiece
Comment by Glenn G — October 30, 2006 @ 10:37 pm
How come you didn’t come to our t-gate? We were all anxiously awaiting your cometh, lord. Charlie Weiss is starting to look a lot like Jim Chaney. I’ve heard rumor a well-known “all you can eat” buffet chain had to close it’s doors when Charlie boy’s in the house!
Comment by Drod — October 31, 2006 @ 9:24 pm
Is that a wig or your new winter chapeau?
Comment by Steve — November 8, 2006 @ 1:51 pm