Dante and I alternate Fridays letting deprived Stoolies get shit off their chests.
This blog series is simply for confessions (and clicks).
I'll go first…
I graduated from Notre Dame in 1993, but I just sent my oldest son to the University of Alabama this year to hedge my misery going into the Ohio State game tomorrow.
GO IRISH! and/or ROLL TIDE!
If there's anything you need to get off your chest, then the comments are open.
Two Hail Marys, three Our Fathers, and slip a 20 in the collection box on the way out… All is forgiven.