Old Fat Dudes

The "Can you hear me now? Good." guys are in the office, testing for signal strength because ND is getting rid of land lines in the dorms in favor of cable TV, which incidentally I think is the dumbest administrative decision ever, but anyway, I'm here to tell you these guys are not young hipsters in crisp looking uniforms--they are old, they're fat, they have big voluptuous beards, they're pierced, and they have gruff, angry voices that make me afraid that they might harm me. I think I saw a couple of these guys in their Hell's Angels garb, sitting in our seats at Between the Buns. Oh yes, we have seats there. Anyway, I had to regulate, so I hit one of them across the back with a pool cue. We were a few pitchers in. Also, CJ's has a pool table now, I had a great view of it the other night out of the corner of my eye as I was laying face down on the bar, slowly absorbing bits of popcorn into my pores. Rocky later told me my face was delicious. What was I talking about? Oh yeah, it looks like I'm going to make the Penn State opener after all, which is totally awesome, but in a way also kind of sucks because I had planned to finally and at long last answer the question: just how far will a rabid Notre Dame fan go for free Penn State tickets? It was going to be a real life Klondike Bar commercial, and it was going to be glorious. Oh well, instead I guess I will just have to enjoy a long day of tailgating and sweet, sweet ND football with my girlfriend. Suckaaaaaaas!