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It Is Game Day
As of late I have been placing cartoons on this site on Saturday so that you can have some fresh content. I started to do the same today but realized today was a special day and this year it is an emotional day.
This article is dedicated to my father, Fred Bimrose, Notre Dame Class of 1955, who passed away this June.
On January 1, 1979 when I was nine years old I made a mistake that I have regretted to this day.
Notre Dame was playing Houston in the Cotton Bowl. It was rather cold for Texas and the game is referred to now as the Chicken Soup game.
At the end of the third quarter Notre Dame was behind 34-12. I was still but a lad, and I thought surely the game was over. I decided to go out and play with my friends.
Upon returning for dinner I was instructed that Notre Dame had won the game 35-34. I would never ever stop watching a game before it was over again. I can remember one game my sister took me to where even though Notre Dame had a commanding lead, it was raining and we were both soaked to the bone I refused to leave.
Joe Montana had to go into the locker room to get warmed up since he was suffering from hypothermia. They warmed him up with blankets and chicken bouillon.
With 7 minutes and 37 seconds left on the clock Montana returned to the field and led possibly the greatest comeback in Bowl history. With two seconds remaining when the ball was snapped Montana completed a pass to Kris Haines to tie the score.
With no time on the clock little Joe Unis kicked the extra point not just once but twice due to a Notre Dame penalty.
That day I fell in love with Notre Dame. That love was something my Father and I would share. So many visits to Notre Dame stadium and so many memories. So many calls at half time or at the end of a game.
That day I learned that you never count Notre Dame out and that there is very little that is impossible.
I watched my father over the years try many, many things. Some things worked out and some things did not. Yet when things did not go his way he always licked his wounds, got back up on his feet, and tried again.
I would like to think I have some of that same fight in me. In fact if I may be so bold, you better not count me out, because I am coming back, I am going after it, and I will get it.
I have embedded two videos from youtube that demonstrate very well how my family and I feel about Notre Dame football.
I am not certain Mom, but I am pretty sure I can smell football in the air.
I may not be able to call my father at halftime or after the game but I am certain he will be with me and he will be in my thoughts.
I guess there is only one last thing to say. Go Irish beat Aztecs!!!!!
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