The Luck of the Irish Never Goes Out of Style

Since I'm half-Irish, I am clearly genetically programmed to believe that Notre Dame should win. It also doesn't hurt that my dad went to school there. In fact, my parents got married on campus at the log chapel. I grew up having Notre Dame blankets to cuddle in when I was sick. Now my dad teaches at Notre Dame. He's at tonight's game against Michigan State. I am busy text-messaging him.
When MSU scores, he gets a message like, "This is not looking good." When MSU intercepts the ball, I write, succinctly, "This sucks." When ND finally scored, I sent him, "Yeah!!! Boy!!!" Unfortunately, I've only sent that message three times.
He hasn't written back.
My dad is probably too busy trying to avoid having a heart-attack. You see, Notre Dame just scored on an 85-yard kickoff return. But wait, it won't count as a touchdown because of a holding flag on Notre Dame's side. Great.
I love these announcers on ESPN, "Folks, the wind has turned against Notre Dame." I don't think the wind is the only problem. Notre Dame is just getting killed.
Time to send my dad another message, "Charlie Weis is gonna get fired if they don't win."
UPDATE: I said it last year and I'll say it again: Quarterback Brady Quinn is my hero. There

Wait! Can it be? YES! Notre Dame has won, 40-37!!! Unbelievable!
My dad just replied to all my messages. His answer is actually just one word.
VICTORY!
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