Motorola didn't make a button I could push to instantly delete the off-key, amateur-hour version of the Notre Dame fight song. So I had to stand there and take it. Seconds after Notre Dame stunned Michigan in Ann Arbor, one of my rivals speed dialed me into an Irish nightmare. He belted out a few bars of the college classic on my voice mail. It was 40 seconds of teeth-grinding animosity. Payback was worth the year-long wait this fall, as I continue to maximize brag use out of Michigan's 47-21 slaughtering of Notre Dame right in front of Touchdown Jesus and all of his followers.
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