Most ND love stories start with the influence of Fathers.
Not mine.
My Nana loved Notre Dame. As did her five sisters.
In my Mom's generation, her and four of her six brothers and sisters loved Notre Dame. The vast majority of their cousins love ND, and one even graduated from there.
In my generation, almost all of us love ND and there's an additional graduate amongst us.
Some of my fondest memories of childhood are being at my Nana's house watching the Irish. She would get so excited when they scored - I can still picture the smile on her face. She would often get equally as excited on replays of the scores and sometimes didn't realize they were a replay. Her excitement was childlike, in the best sense of the term.
My Nana was the last of the sisters to pass away. She died the summer before the 2012 season. I was so certain as that season progressed that she was going to make sure they won it all.
I won't be watching with any siblings or cousins tonight. Just my kids for a few minutes before bed and then my disinterested wife before she goes to bed. But, even though I won't physically be with my family I will be united with them in spirit and know that all across this country they are watching too. All of us will be thinking of each other. Mostly though, we will be thinking of our Nana's. In some sense, I always thought it fitting that our devotion to Our Lady's University would come from a love and devotion to the matriarchs of our family.
God bless the Nana's. God bless this university and the bonds that tie us to it.
God bless these coaches and this team.
Our Lady of Victory, pray for us! ☘️