When I posted this weeks Bagpipe Monday and explained the new offseason format (well, some of it), I knew there would be a few of you out there that would be a little lost. Why are we even asking this? Well, it’s the offseason and for the most part- our players don’t get arrested by the dozen. Seriously though, it is a bit of a toss-up for a lot of mid-westerners- especially those under the age of 30. Michigan or USC.
First of all, I must say that this wasn’t a hard choice for me picking U$C- but I do understand those who take the Skunkbears. I am surrounded by Fuckeyes and Skunkbear lovers all around me in Northwest Ohio. The location alone is enough for some Irish fans that I know to make Michigan the bigger game in their minds and their hearts.
I also once walked the fine line between the two rivalries.It basically comes down to the choice of, “how much more do you want it?” During the Michigan series, I have been known to throw axes, punch babies, and swear an undying loyalty to the dark prince of hell for a victory… but it has never drove me to be on the verge of tears.
U$C has. In fact, it was the 2005 game. Kind of a corny reason, but an enlightened reason none-the-less. It was after that game- that fucking NIGHTMARE, that I knew that there was only one thing I wanted in my entire Notre Dame universe and it wasn’t a National Title, it was to beat $C.
I watched the 2005 game at my buddy Mitch’s house with “friend of SubwayDomer.com, ” $crot. The mood got more and more intense as the game unravelled and was almost peaking when Brady led ND down to score to take what we thought would be the game sealer. As excited as we were, I wasn’t prepared for the emotion that was let out after Abiamiri sacked Leinart… we were jumping up and down hugging and yelling. (Hugging is something Mitch never does. He ended up marrying my sister and in the 9 years they have been together I have never seen him hug her. Only once did I ever see him kiss her- and that was after their marriage vows.) This game meant something.
I refuse to relive much else, but after the game was over… I sat on the front porch with my eyes filled with a salty liquid and tried like hell to hold it in. I failed like that team failed. One tear dropped from my eye and rolled gently down my cheek into my mouth.
The salty taste of hate. I’ve already sold my soul- so I can only hope someone else can sell theirs. If you need Satan’s number- I got it on speed dial.
And just to leave you on a happy note, Kinnon Tatum expresses my desire to destroy U$C in one play:
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