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The downside to having this almost maniacal passion I - and all of you guys - have for Notre Dame football is that the heartbreaks run deep and never completely heal. Conversely, the victories and moments of triumph last with us just as long... and hopefully even more intensely.
You guys know what I'm talking about; people outside of our circle will never understand.
Robert Hughes, is, by all accounts, a class guy. His career on the field at Notre Dame has been admirable, but not spectacular.
Until Saturday.
When have you guys felt the uplifting emotion and raw passion inside as when we watched Hughes absolutely obliterate U$C's defense with one punishing, determined run after another? It was old school Notre Dame football: Line up and we smash you in the face until you lose your desire to continue.
How many of their would-be tacklers limply hung on or grasped at Hughes' powerful physique as he finished them off with a 6-yard steamroll into the end zone?
They can bitch moan and whine about dropped balls all they want. The bottom line is, when each team needed someone to step up and take care of business, one team did and one team didn't.
Last Saturday, Robert Hughes didn't just carry a tough, played their guts out, defense and a gritty but inexperienced young quarterback across the goal line with him; he carried all of us. Each one of us who dies a little when we lose to the dirty Trojans.
Finally, we had a hero. Somebody who stepped up and said, "You're not going to bed with your hearts ripped out tonight, boys."
Although stranger things have happened, Robert Hughes will probably not be playing football on Sundays.
So what?
Plenty of guys who have had careers on Sunday are now footnotes in history. To all of us, Robert Hughes will always be on the front page. We all know we'll never forget how we felt watching that drive live and the 36 times we've watched it again on YouTube.
20 years from now, when we're hanging out here at IE or maybe even when we run into each other in the real world, I guarantee one of us will say, "Remember when Hughes smashed the ball down U$C's F-ing throat?!"
I can guarantee you that, even 30 years from now, when any of us happens to run into Mr. Hughes at a restaurant, he has no chance in hell of paying for his meal.
Pretty cool for a nice young man to have made that kind of impact on so many people's lives this early on in his.
Thanks, Robert. - You have been pure class and as great a representative of the program that we all love that we could have ever hoped for.
Huuuuuuuuuuughes!
You guys know what I'm talking about; people outside of our circle will never understand.
Robert Hughes, is, by all accounts, a class guy. His career on the field at Notre Dame has been admirable, but not spectacular.
Until Saturday.
When have you guys felt the uplifting emotion and raw passion inside as when we watched Hughes absolutely obliterate U$C's defense with one punishing, determined run after another? It was old school Notre Dame football: Line up and we smash you in the face until you lose your desire to continue.
How many of their would-be tacklers limply hung on or grasped at Hughes' powerful physique as he finished them off with a 6-yard steamroll into the end zone?
They can bitch moan and whine about dropped balls all they want. The bottom line is, when each team needed someone to step up and take care of business, one team did and one team didn't.
Last Saturday, Robert Hughes didn't just carry a tough, played their guts out, defense and a gritty but inexperienced young quarterback across the goal line with him; he carried all of us. Each one of us who dies a little when we lose to the dirty Trojans.
Finally, we had a hero. Somebody who stepped up and said, "You're not going to bed with your hearts ripped out tonight, boys."
Although stranger things have happened, Robert Hughes will probably not be playing football on Sundays.
So what?
Plenty of guys who have had careers on Sunday are now footnotes in history. To all of us, Robert Hughes will always be on the front page. We all know we'll never forget how we felt watching that drive live and the 36 times we've watched it again on YouTube.
20 years from now, when we're hanging out here at IE or maybe even when we run into each other in the real world, I guarantee one of us will say, "Remember when Hughes smashed the ball down U$C's F-ing throat?!"
I can guarantee you that, even 30 years from now, when any of us happens to run into Mr. Hughes at a restaurant, he has no chance in hell of paying for his meal.
Pretty cool for a nice young man to have made that kind of impact on so many people's lives this early on in his.
Thanks, Robert. - You have been pure class and as great a representative of the program that we all love that we could have ever hoped for.
Huuuuuuuuuuughes!
