It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Mostly the worst of times. Entirely the worst of times, actually, since the choices back then were (a) the houty-touty-est of the houty-touty and (b) whatever non-racist description could possibly be used* to encapsulate the Jimmy Johnson-era Miami teams (I got nothin'). But Notre Dame and Miami were good, man. They were so good. How long ago was that, anyway?
I was the same age my kindergartner is now? I see.
*Patrick Walsh should still be collecting royalties from the "Catholics vs. Convicts" thing; the only informative/insightful Yardbarker post in the history of ever tells the story of the t-shirt he came up with as a Notre Dame student and sold before the 1988 game against the school's permission, resulting in him getting dismissed from the basketball team and the game having a name that's still ubiquitous despite the teams involved not having played an actual game (pointless bowls don't count) in 22 years. Impressive.
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