Never Underestimate the Heart of a Champion

Today, the Rockets open camp. I want to wish all the players a healthy camp and a healthy year. I can't wait to see how this team evolves and grows into something special. There will be some growing pains, but there is no doubt in my mind that Professor Morey has established a rock solid nucleus (yes, pun intended- that just happened). Anyway, I can't wait to see you at the Sanctuary Saturday for the open practice and Rocket Rally.

In other news, it is 6:15 in the morning. I just got back from Hobby Airport and I have two observations. First, there are way too many people that start their days too early. There was an outrageous number of people on the highways. Secondly, thanks to my brother's wondering eye, it came to my attention that a certain flower shop on 45 and Broadway has quite the special today. Anybody that is named Umberto gets a free rose. I am contemplating going to the courthouse and legally changing my name to Dos Umberto Sims so that I can get a rose to personally deliver to one of my very numerous female fans.

Whenever I get a chance, hopefully this evening, I will give my two cents on what transpired this weekend with my beloved Noles. I have a few bones to pick, and one of these bones has nothing to do with the actual game that has been ripping at my heart these past few days. I wish everyone a beautiful Tuesday.

10-8

Props to Charles Joseph Weis

I wish to offer praise and congratulations to Charles Joseph Weis, ND Class of 1978. For the second straight week, he received a somewhat miraculous stay of execution.

For the second straight week, I needed a cardiologist on hand. For the second straight week, we squandered an early lead when we had a chance to put the game away. For the second straight week, we came roaring back to win at the end. For the first week in the last three, we weren't fucked over by Integer officiating.

My internet friends at NDNation are all up in arms, saying wins like this prove that Weis needs to go. Maybe, maybe not. I have a feeling that Weis isn't going to keep getting these stays of execution each week. But maybe, just maybe, we're witnessing a team growing up. A team learning how to handle a little adversity. A team learnding how win.

Purdue sucks. But we took their best shot. Last night was their Super Bowl. At night. And we did it without the services of two of our best players, and have of the game without the services of our best player.

Hell, I'll drink to that. Congrats, Charlie.

Now don't fucking blow it next week.

Sack Up

That was probably the hardest game I have ever watched with my own eyes. There was absolutely no urgency whatsoever on the Noles part. We didn't deserve to win. Have some fucking pride. I am at a loss for words. Congratulations to the University of South Florida.

And fuck all you fucking faggot ass fake fucking fans on Warchant and all over the place. Get the fuck out of here and please don't ever return. Seriously, you are a fucking embarrassment- way more embarrassing than our 19 yards of rushing.

Go Noles. Now. And, Forever.

The Best Idea Ever!

Joey and I have decided that in a few years we are going to reunite the running crew and go to a Memorial football game. This act will include drinking a handle of ezra prior to hopping into Thurber's car. So Jams, Joey, Chaulk, Jake, and if anyone can find him, Dominic, get ready cause we are going to rock the joint. It's going to be great. What a fantastic idea Joey. Good work in deed.

WHY?

A Word from the BPE

Greetings, denizens of A Ride on the Chuck Wagon. In spite of my lengthy absences, I am alive and well. Anyone on my texting list can confirm that.

It has grown increasingly manifest that each outing with this year's Irish squad is likely to be another white-knuckle affair, just like the game against Sparty. Our defense is just too porous for us to gain comfortable leads over quality opponents. Without the services of Michael Floyd, probably the best receiver in college football, we lack the requisite firepower to simply blow teams away.

In short, my updated forecast for this year's record is 9-3 or 8-4, with a likely Gator Bowl appearance agains an also-ran ACC squad like Florida State.

I do want to take the time to use this forum to pose, for the readers, a question: why are college football officials affiliated with conferences? Does this not creat inherent conflicts of interest? Why should a Big 11 crew be allowed to officiate a game between Michigan State and Notre Dame at ND, much less Michigan vs. Notre Dame at MEATCHICKEN? We all know who cuts the checks for the Televen crews, and the crews themselves certainly on whom their continued employment depends? Don't you just think, maybe just a little, this can account for some of the NUT MUSTARD personal foul and holding calls the Televen crews have perpetrated against the Lads of Our Lady in the last two games?

Before some conference homer like Jams steps in, stop and think about this. Why don't we just have NCAA officials for football games, kind of like in basketball? Wouldn't this be a simple, equitable, and efficient solution?

Back to the enchanting world of the professoriate. Until next time (which hopefully won't be long), good day and good health.

PS -- guys, please start acknowledging my texts. Sometimes I worry that you're not receiving them.

A New Drink

Instead of going out and ordering something gay like a H-bomb or a Vegas-bomb or a Yager-bomb get a Dos-Bomb.

We haven't decided what is going to be in it yet, but just order a Dos-Bomb.

Phat J came up with this idea.