This week, Notre Dame woefully dongs its bell tower, with each member of the proud college’s football phalanx feeling like a true Quasimodo. A crushing 42-14 defeat in Monday’s bowl-game-of-all-bowl-games to Forrest Gump’s alma mater inspired many an armchair Lombardi nationwide to – in ways both fair and callous – damn the Fighting Irish as faux-contenders. “Unfit to the cleats of several squads arguably more deserving of BCS title game contention,” says some easily imagined surly grump.
Posted by Jason Diamond I think that a persons choice in college football can be compared to a persons choice in favorite liquors: your personal choice is something you’ve cultivated a taste for, quality is of the essence, and nobody can really sway your opinion. I’m an unabashed Big Ten fanatic. Make of that what you will.