Our Lady--the Fighting Irish

   
   "Our Lady--the Fighting Irish"
   
   When you watch Notre Dame take to Terra's turf--you don't care if they win or lose--if you got them Lucky Charms in ya.
   The glistening glow off of the golden-hued helmets--it's mystically brilliant, them handling the pigskin with a leprechaun's love of gladiatorial sports.  Did you put on 'em pads when u were younger?  Or did ya become something second to hard hits, like a cop with a gun?  Didn't I mention Milton claimed the Viper invented gunpowder, and for the fallen?
   Can't a cop Billy Club a dude, like them old days in Boston?  Use the Blackjack attack instead of spraying prey?
   But it's a tough job--I hear.  There's always two sides to the lucky coin flip.  Still, if the cop played football as a kid--he might be more prone to heroically tackle a guy instead of making him "eat lead" like many cowards do.  But hey, it's all relative.
   Get it out of your system.  Put on the pads and make a direct hit--you'll see the light; moreover, possibly have neurological damage in the future, or not.
   Isn't God in charge of destiny anymore?  Regardless, it's always a fun-time to watch the Irish play with the pigskin.