It’s been a good run for Boston College this year. 6-0 for the first time since, well, forever ago. And a big congratulations is due to those mighty Eagles for their incredibly challenging first half of the season. Tough victories over Bowling Green, Army, UMass (1-AA), North Carolina State, Wake Forrest, and Georgia Tech has left BC in position to make a national statement. Ranked #4 in the country and heading to “rival” Notre Dame for the not so annual Frank Leahy Bowl/Ireland Trophy Game the Eagles are riding high.
And then the rug gets pulled out from under your feet.
Boston College realizes that despite all their efforts of cupcake scheduling, conference jumping(no loyalty), and an advertising campaign for the ridiculously over-hyped QB Matt Ryan complete with blowjobs from Doug “Is My Mullett Making A Comeback” Flutie, you are who you are. Granted this is still Notre Dame BC is playing, the Godfather, of college football. And here you are… Fredo. The runt of the litter. The backstabber. The weasel. Skunkbears in training. You are… nothing. Not even a hint of respect will you receive from the Irish faithful. All the hopes and dreams will cease and only visions of a conference championship from a conference of cellar dwellers will be left. And in the end, even that dream will crash. Yes the season is over for you now and perhaps this is all you will ever be. 8-4, 9-3, or whatever mediocre record you will accomplish will be all that you can attain.