End of the Road

A great story with a very sad ending. I really admire folks in the public eye who take time out (in an earnest, unselfish way) for people less fortunate than themselves. I really admire Charlie Weis for letting this little boy, who idolized Notre Dame above all else, to call the first play of last Saturday’s game vs. Washington.

My admiration soars for Charlie because he stuck to his promise. After recovering a fumble on their own 1-yard line, passing the ball would normally be considered a bad call if it weren’t for the extenuating circumstances. The fact that Weis still called the play (and made a 13 yard gain in the process) is something I find remarkable. The game could have hinged on that single play, and as it turns out, it did. Go Irish.

Sadly, Montana (Named after his Notre Dame idol, and Weis’ college roommate) never saw the play. Although he died the eve of the game, Weis called the play anyway. I’m much more of a Notre Dame fan today than I ever was.