dshans
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Some years ago I was at a Christmas party hosted by the parents of one of my son's classmates. One father, who knew I graduated from Notre Dame, 'fessed up that he had grown up a "hater."
However, he was thoroughly impressed by the actions of our (then) coach. I don't care what any of you might think of Charlie Weis, but he showed a lot of compassion and class when push came to shove.
He visited a dying kid, Montana Mazurkiewicz, in the hospital. He asked the boy what play he should call on ND's first play of its opening offensive series. He very simply replied "pass right." Having Quinn pass from our own end zone with the line of scrimmage at the one yard line defied all "conventional football logic."
A promise was a promise. The play resulting in a first down was a bonus. Sadly, the boy didn't see the play. He passed away the day before the game. His parents, family and friends will remember it forever.
Winding back to my point: this kid's father saw beyond the stats, W and L columns and years of history to see what Notre Dame is all about. He climbed aboard the bandwagon for a year. I welcomed and thanked him.
He's probably back to rooting for his Minnesota Golden Gophers or North Dakota State University Bisons. I don't care.
However, he was thoroughly impressed by the actions of our (then) coach. I don't care what any of you might think of Charlie Weis, but he showed a lot of compassion and class when push came to shove.
He visited a dying kid, Montana Mazurkiewicz, in the hospital. He asked the boy what play he should call on ND's first play of its opening offensive series. He very simply replied "pass right." Having Quinn pass from our own end zone with the line of scrimmage at the one yard line defied all "conventional football logic."
A promise was a promise. The play resulting in a first down was a bonus. Sadly, the boy didn't see the play. He passed away the day before the game. His parents, family and friends will remember it forever.
Winding back to my point: this kid's father saw beyond the stats, W and L columns and years of history to see what Notre Dame is all about. He climbed aboard the bandwagon for a year. I welcomed and thanked him.
He's probably back to rooting for his Minnesota Golden Gophers or North Dakota State University Bisons. I don't care.