Drive-By, this is not entirely true. There are two “acceptable” versions of Hike Notre Dame lyrics. I originally learned the song as “chanting her golden name,” which appears to be the verse as originally written by Casasanta, but I have been unable to find this. At an unknown time, “glorious” was substituted for “golden.” I was unable in my search to determine when this change was made; however, if you google both, there are websites with both versions.
Hm…after seeing the shirts today, I take it back. They aren’t so bad. The leprachuan is sparkley which is pretty cool, actually. And Go Irish, do I know you? Because clearly you don’t know me. I don’t hate Notre Dame. I don’t even hate Notre Dame football. Go be an ass somewhere else.
No, there’s a big difference between not particularly liking South Bend and hating Notre Dame. I tell Brendan all the time that I bet South Bend wouldn’t seem nearly as lame if I was actually a student at Notre Dame because a) I like being a student and b) Notre Dame seems like a pretty cool place to be a student…though not necessarily as cool as USC or ASU to me but then again, I was a student at both of those places, not an outsider forming an impression of what being a student would be like. There’s a whole lot more to Notre Dame than the football team and as previously stated, I don’t even hate the football team. I might have a tiny soft spot for Jeff Samardzija.
Wobbly, do you ever get tired of telling other people what they think? I imagine that must work really well in your personal life.
Boo hoo, cry me a river Wobbly, you are a bigger ass than i ever thought before. Believe me, as someone who knows her, Becky is honest, brutally so sometimes. If she hated Notre Dame you can bet she would have no problem admitting it.
Wobbly, this would seem to be another example of you “tell[ing] people what they think,” which you earlier claimed that you “generally don’t” do. Hmm.
Anyway, I continue to be eternally fascinated by the degree to which you and your brigade of fellow Becky-haters think you have such a clear and accurate impression of her character and personality, not to mention her innermost thoughts and beliefs, on the basis of… scattered miscellaneous stuff she’s written on the Internet. To the point that, when people who actually know Becky point out how wrong your assumptions are, you dismiss them out of hand as biased, apparently not pausing to consider the other obvious possible explanation, namely, that they know what the f**k they’re talking about and you don’t.
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