On Monday night, Notre Dame will play in their first national championship game in a really, really long time.
Like, really long time.
To say I’m excited is an understatement.
But I’d like to know whose big idea it was to have the national championship game on a Monday night? Because it is. At 7 pm CST. And do you know what time I get home from work? Not 7 pm, but damn near close, which means one very, very important thing.
I’m going to have to make my stop for fried chicken a quick one, lest I miss kickoff. And so help my God if the trains are delayed.
Go Irish.
I LOOOOOOVE that you do photo friday
Inspired originally by YOU!
Yes, the Monday night at 7 thing is atrocious. And believe me, when you’re losing the whole game to freaking Alabama (despite the fact that you had beaten them earlier in the season) you just want to climb into bed and start crying/falling asleep because you have to go to work the next morning.
What? That happened to me last year?
Hate Bama.
I’m almost tempted to take Tuesday off of work just so I can recover.