We went down to Dallas, where we faced a team wearing these monstrosities:
my best description for these is that someone ate two pounds of chili-cheese fries and puked them up on a poor, innocent helmet.
But we won, in spite of two season-ending injuries. Granted, we had a less-than-optimal pick-six,
But we won. And next up is a team in complete and utter disarray, Southern Cal. In the meantime, it's an off-week. Time to sit back and relax. I'll get back to you all later.
Until next time, Go Irish.
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