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Saturday, Sept. 6, 2003 - 10:48 a.m. I'll be in front of the TVI won't rehash all I wrote last year, in part because I'm not attending the game. But when I got out of bed at 8:30 this morning, I thought about how it was 7:30 in South Bend, about how the upperclassmen were no doubt blasting the Fight Song throughout the dorms, the freshmen were forced awake, driven to buy donuts for the section, forced to sing the Fight Song on their own ... or drink. It's Saturday morning, the first Saturday of fall in South Bend, the first Irish home game -- the first Irish game -- of the year. Here in New Jersey, it's sunny and right on the cusp of that cool-in-the-morning, warm-in-the-afternoon, brisk-in-the-evening air of fall. I looked out the window in the shower this morning and saw that deep, impossible blue you don't see during the hazy, humid days of summer. As a compromise for spending five or so hours shuttered in the back room of a bar watching college football in gorgeous weather in State College and South Bend, I'm planning on leaving early for the City, of taking the A or the C train up Central Park West, of getting out at 81st St. and walking east, across Central Park, across Park and Lex and Third and over to Second Ave. A long walk, but a tradeoff for the extended period of inaction into which I will then settle. This year's gamewatches also serve a purpose: at each one, the alumni club is organizing some sort of charity drive. This week, it's back-to-school supplies, and I've got my bag of pens, highlighters, index cards and paper to donate and further offset that little pang of guilt over being selfish and football-mad.
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