The six of us would joke on one hand that God wanted no part of Dad's foul mood when the Irish lost and lament on the other how much it pained us that Dad missed such a phenomenal season for his beloved men in gold and blue. He would have relished seeing the Fighting Irish return to the days of glory he knew as a lad growing up in the shadow of the dome, a young student attending the university, and a proud father who spent countless Saturdays tailgating with his daughters and their roommates. Oh how Dad would have loved to be around for this season. And we would have loved to have him, tantrums and all!
So the Irish packed up their jerseys and put away those cherished golden helmets until they begin training in the summer. We Artz kids packed up our memories as well. You see, this is just another of the many chapters that will close for us. Dad's "miracle" season is over and as much as we clung to the thought that he had something to do with Notre Dame's success, we know it was the hard work, determination, grit and drive of those young men who proudly donned those golden "domes" every Saturday. While Dad may not have a hand in the 2013 season, it will be his nonetheless...at least as far as I'm concerned.
Go Irish!
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