Coal in my stocking

I have long maintained that the Notre Dame opener is like Christmas morning.  Everything is so perfect and wonderful and full of promise. 

Except when you get coal.  Or underwear.  Or socks.

After this weekend's game, I feel like I got coal.  Apparently, we Domers have been very bad this offseason and don't deserve a good present.  Waaaaah.

I think I need another beer...