I'm really getting crushed by the "Seven Days of Irish" routine right now. This is the part of the week where I start to believe everything is going to go ND's way, regardless of context.
We are currently on 'TUESDAY' of the following chart:
SUNDAY: PESSIMISM
We can't stop the run, we can't run the ball, we can't throw the ball deep, we're gonna die and it's gonna hurt.
MONDAY: PERCEIVED REALISM
We're probably going to lose a respectable game to a team that is a bit more well-rounded than our own. They run well, and we are inexperienced on the interior of our front 7. It's a bad matchup.
TUESDAY: TENTATIVE OPTIMISM
You know what, if we just scrap the run game and commit to airing it out, we might just win this thing. Use shallow crossers and screens as an extension of the run game on first down, then target Claypool deep or Finke at the sticks to move the chains.
WEDNESDAY: ROSE-COLORED GLASSES
We're gonna win the game. I feel good. ND is tired of The Narrative, and BK scripts a play sheet with the best of them. We ready.
THURSDAY: DELUSIONS OF GRANDEUR
Fvck UGA and fvck the SEC. Long has been toying with them via film. We're gonna see two-back triple options and RPO's all day. Okwara is gonna have four sacks when we get a two-score lead. NATIONAL STATEMENT TIME.
FRIDAY: UNCERTAINTY
I've gone over every scenario in my mind, and I have no idea what's going to happen.
SATURDAY: TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS
Just nerves and fear and excitement and agony and thrill and love for football and psychological torment. AND we have to wait a full day for the biggest game of the season through the conflicting emotions. Football is wonderfully terrible, or terribly wonderful.