Because I am a Notre Dame fan...

I am in the TV room as the harsh red and silver light of the end of the game burns into my retinas. My daughter has already gone upstairs, but my wife, ever supporting, watches the end unfold with me. The last time I turned off an ND game before the clock read all zeros was in 2007, and I’m not breaking that streak today. I’m feeling…what? I can’t quite tell. I’ve accepted the fact of it, and I’m beyond proud of how far our guys have come, and…something. It’s a hollow feeling, right below my throat. I need sleep. I have to get up in a few hours for work. I don’t think sleep’s going to come easy; I’m still feeling the nervous energy of the last month in all my extremities, and those three fingers of Scotch at halftime are still screwing with my head.

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