Fucking hectic day, so you won't get anything more out of me than this:

It's a damn good feeling to be sitting in a luxury suite with 19 Pitt fans wearing a Notre Dame jersey and watching Julius Jones run for a school-record 262 rushing yards in an Irish victory.

But damn those lousy ND fans in the suite next to me who never once acknowledged me. Maybe they didn't notice that I was wearing the blue-and-gold Irish jersey because Pitt went and changed its lighter blue-and-yellow color scheme to something very similar to ND's navy blue-and-gold a few years ago.

And Casey's dad punched me in the face. Accidentally, because he has this tendency to slap the guy next to him (me) when Pitt pulls off a big play, and on one play in particular he miscalculated the trajectory to my shoulder when he jumped to his feet. That's OK, because, you know, the final score:

Notre Dame 20
Pittsburgh 14