Having descended from Ireland, I feel great shame and deep, personal pain whenever I see the Notre Dame fighting Irish. My Granny wasn't a feisty woman at all. Not a mean bone in her body. Yet, there they go! The Fighting Irish, running out of that tunnel .. mocking my grandparents. I mean, the tragedy of it all. Often, I must lay in bed, trying to recover on football Saturdays in the Fall. Sometimes I can barely function. Someone is responsible for my pain! It's OUTRAGEOUS!!<br><br>****************<br>no sig
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