T - 26 hours…
August 31, 2007It’s almost gameday, at long last. 26 hours from now a young and unproven Irish squad will walk out of the tunnel at Notre Dame Stadium. Seasons like these are fun because no one knows what to expect. Here’s what I expect:
- Armando Allen and/or Golden Tate will make someone look stupid on a kickoff return
- Demetrius Jones will be the starting quarterback and do something Vick-esque with his feet (no, not stomping on the throat of a pit bull or opposing player)
- Sam Young will be ridiculous at RT
- Tommy Zbikowski will eat the boogers out of a dead man’s nose and ask for seconds
- Charlie Weis will consume poor officials with fireballs from his eyes and bolts of lighting from his arse.
- Jimmy Clausen will not play
- A commentator or analyst will make an asinine comment about how Jimmy Clausen didn’t play and is therefore a disappointment
- A commentator or analyst will make an asinine comment about how Ty Willingham was fired after his third year and Charlie Weis is now entering his third year and has something to prove
- A sideline reporter with large breasts will ask Charlie Weis at least one asinine question on his way to the locker room at half time, to which he will reply, “There are no ovaries allowed on this field on Saturdays. Get lost.”
- I will have fun watching the game in STUNNING HIGH DEFINITION win, lose, or draw
On a side note, despite the fact that it will annoy my wife to no end, I’m planning on Twittering my thoughts on the game on Saturday. If you’re sitting around watching with a computer, go here and it will be just like you’re sitting there with me, which is really one of the best experiences in life.
GO IRISH!





