My Dad had me hooked on Notre Dame football by the time I was ten. Of all the Notre Dame games I have watched in the twenty five years that have followed the loss to UConn on Saturday may have been the toughest one yet. It was really hard for me to watch. It started off with a great gesture from the Captains walking out of the tunnel arm in arm with Coach Weis and it obviously meant a lot to him. The finality of it all started to settle in with me right then. After the Navy game I figured that it was highly likely that I would be writing this post in the coming weeks, and when UConn scored the winning touchdown I knew that it was time. It still took me two days to sit down and make myself do it.