ND-USC: Let the Healing Begin

Lots of good feedback about the last post, so let be bring everyone's expectations of this blog back down to reality with more of the prosaic blather that constitutes the bulk of this blog.

In case you hadn't heard, Notre Dame lost to USC in what had to be the most exciting football game in the history of pigskin-related sports. We had a big game-watch at the house, and of course Siena was there. It was touching to see her curl up like a hermit crab when all these strangers (to her; Mama and Daddy's school friends) enter her house and start eating her chicken wings and taquitos. But she warmed up to everyone fine, and before long was singing her own version of the Fight Song:

Cheer, O'Dame.
Wake up.
Cheer, O'Dame.

In fact, on a couple of plays there Siena was cheering as lustfully as Daddy. Trouble was, Siena had brought Shopping Cart Baby to watch the game (Notre Dame football really is a family affair) and she stood among trays of appetizers and half-finished beer bottles as she freaked out in response to a fantastic reception by Jeff Samardzia or another valiant run by Rashon Powers-Neal. This threat to living room carpet integrity prompted Daddy to utter this sage admonition:

"Siena, you can jump up and down and scream, but don't throw your baby."

Advice we all should take to heart, don't you think?

Go Irish! Beat Cougars!