Good Bye Knute!

All, I apologize for my long absence. Some of you may have wondered where I've been for the past two or three months. Well, I rather tragically fell into a protracted coma about two hours before Notre Dame and Georgia Tech opened the 2007 college football season. All I can say is that I'm glad I woke up now! To awaken just before the 9-1 Irish trounce Duke should help me beat the lingering effects. I must say I'm a bit disappointed by not being able to witness more of the offensive onslaught Notre Dame has unleashed this year, but there's always next year, to borrow a phrase from every Cubs fan in the nation. Although, to be honest, I wish I could have been awake to see the Cubs win their first World Series since 1908. Oh well, at least Roncalli is still churning their way towards another state title and the Colts are undefeated yet again. Of course, those don't make up for missing the Hall of Fame announce it had inducted Ron Santo in commemoration of the Cubs ending nearly a century of futility, but at least I'll be able to revel in Notre Dame ending its twenty year national championship drought once Duke and Stanford are taken care of. Well, I have to go - the doctors say I need my rest, and that watching the game today, even though it will be a blow out, would tax me too much. So I'll just have to get the news second hand, but I hope to be ready to watch ND by January. Thanks for understanding my absence, and I'll try to get back on here more frequently now.*


*Editor's Note: Due to the serious injuries the Mister suffered, we [The Wife primarily] decided it would be best to not upset him with the truth regarding his beloved teams. Think of this as a sports version of "Good Bye Lenin!" The hard part, of course, is doctoring all the news sources he could potentially encounter before he sees the grim reality of the situation. Luckily, Notre Dame is so bad this year they've become a non-topic in most circles, and the baseball season is over. No longer being in Indy solves the Roncalli thing, provided rabid Cathedral fans don't seize the opportunity to kick a man while he's down. The Colts are a bit more difficult, especially since they play the Chiefs tomorrow, but he doesn't need to know that.**



**Second Editor's Note: The preceding was fictional and meant for entertainment value only. The authors sincerely regret any offense caused by misrepresenting the physical health of the Mister. The authors assume no responsibility for spoiling, through the revelation of this satire, any other Notre Dame fan's own "Good Bye Lenin!" fantasy sports world. And remember, unauthorized reproduction of this blog without the express written consent (okay, implied verbal consent will suffice here) of the Mister Inc., will result in the full legal fury of The Wife being applied where it will hurt most.