I thought I had already shared my story in this thread, but when I looked through the pages I couldn't find it. I must have been mistaken. So here's why I love Notre Dame...(BTW, sorry I get a bit off topic but me writing this doesn't do it justice.)
My father was an alcoholic. I really only bring this up because his addiction prevented him from really exposing me to football. Any sport I knew about, I knew from my friends teaching me. I didn't know how to play football until 4th grade really. I was awesome at it from the beginning though. And even more important, I LOVED it from the beginning.
Well my dad wasn't an excellent father figure, but he was good friend and he knew everyone in the city of Muncie. We owned a flower shop and everyone referred to him as "The Flower Man" if they weren't referring to him as "The Mayor of Downtown" or "The Mayor of Muncie" because he was so well known and liked in the public eye.
Well my grandparents owned season tickets to Notre Dame, but as they got older my grandfather gave them to my father. I still remember, they were the 14th row directly behind the field goal. (My grandmother was also from Tennessee and my grandparents were actually Tenn fans...explains why my fav color to this day is orange.) My dad decided he would take me to a game in '02.
Now the only football games I had ever been to were my older brother's. He was a star wide receiver for both his middle school and (early on) high school teams. The black guys on the track and football teams always referred to him as "White Out" because he was the fastest white boy they had ever seen. I was always boasting about how I was the younger brother of the elementary school kid who broke the city's 50 meter dash record against middle schoolers.
Anyways,thing is, I wouldn't be sitting with him. He wanted to sit with one of his buddies. My father had managed to get one of our family friends to take me. (See the "everybody loved him" spiel I went on.) Now at this point, it may sound like my dad was being a negligent parent, but really he was giving me one of the greatest gifts a young boy could ever get.
Our family friends owned 4 seats in the first row on the 50 yard line directly behind the ND bench. I still remember to this day the roaring of the crowd 80,000+ (except not in my section full of geezers, I was the only one who sang the fight song!) an amount of people that my eyes had never seen nor had I ever imagined to see. I remember the monstrous players standing along the sideline and the only thing that separated me and Ty Willingham was a row of yellow mums. It was the coolest, awesomest, most beautiful sight I had ever seen!...as we lost to Boston College.
I didn't care about the out come of the game though. All that mattered was that I was forever Irish from that day on.