The Return to Glory Files: Disappoint Me No Longer
Fastforward to now. Both my first season loving thee Notre Dame and this one ended with Heisman runners up and evisceration at the hands of SEC opponents in the BCS. It's so very tempting to write about the parallels, to wallow in that disappointment that's marked essentially 100% of my college football experience. But I just can't do that.
Yesterday's National Signing Day extravaganza is a big reason why. Sure, ol' Charlie had himself his share of banner Signing Days (remember when everyone's favorite sporting pariah, Manti Te'o, chose us over Southern Cal?), but this one feels different. And I want to emphasize that "feels" part. Sure, I could point to the much, much more balanced nature of this class, they eye-popping number of stars, especially on the defensive end, of yesterday's class that bears little in common with the offensive skill position heavy nature of Charlie's best classes. But Charlie recruiting was really never Charlie's problem.
The real reason this class is the best I've ever seen in my short time bleeding Blue and Gold is that, for the first time since I watched my newly minted team get destroyed in the House that Rock Built (against Michigan, the second game of the season no less), I'm fully confident that we have a coach who not only can draw in the best of the best to sunny South Bend, but that he can teach them. Train them. Grow these boys into the bone-crushing monster gladiators we all desperately want to see.
Sure, the '13 signing class could end up item #243 in the disappointment column for us, the battered fans in green and gold and blue. But, call me a hopeless romantic, call me blinded by faith, call me anything but late for dinner: with this coach, with these players, the Irish will be back for SEC revenge, sooner rather than later.