My son (AKA My Favorite Domer) departed yesterday.
For Miami/Ft. Lauderdale.
The BCS National Championship football game.
Notre Dame vs. Alabama.
Monday, Jan. 7, 8 p.m. EST, televised on ESPN.
He was excited. And a tad nervous. After all, he’s never been to Miami before. Never participated in a National Championship game.
And doesn’t particularly like to fly.
Especially the taking-off part.
But he looked all spiffy in his Band “traveling clothes” — collared shirt, nice jeans, dress shoes.
Dress shoes, I asked. In Miami?
C’mon, Mom, it’s the BAND, he told me. We don’t want to embarrass the University.
Or the BAND.
Well, okay. There is that.
So I put him on a plane after a big hug and made him promise to not “be a stranger.”
In other words, to let me know every once in awhile that he’s alive.
And well. And safe.
Who’d have thought, back at the beginning of this season when the pundits were talking up everybody but Notre Dame and the Irish were struggling to eke out wins, that the Fighting Irish would be where they are?
With a perfect 12-0 record.
Going up against the SEC’s Big Boy, ‘Bama?
With its “Million Dollar Band”?
Should be a great game.
But don’t be surprised if it’s the BANDS who put up the biggest fight!