So, three things

Well, three things and a lizard. Oh. You don't watch Dr. Who? Um, never mind.

Anyway, like I was saying, Notre Dame won its first football game last weekend, and it actually looked fairly purposeful. The running game looked solid (and surprisingly fast--way to go Armando), Dane Crist didn't suck tremendously (did I ever tell you the story of how I met him at Chipotle?), and our kicker can still kick. The defense could have been more defensive, but it was good enough, and I'll take a win where I can get one. I'm not quite ready to crown Brian Kelly yet, but there's a glimmer of hope. Of course, their next game is against Michigan, so I guess we'll see if that glimmer is a fluke or not. It made me so happy, I bought a new Fighting Irish tee shirt.

It's not very charitable of me, but I'm really looking forward to the first time Tim Tebow gets sacked hard. Despite the fact that I'm biased toward the Broncos, because I've been to a Bronco's game, and I have a cute Bronco's tee shirt, I really hate Tebow, for many reasons, including, but not limited, to his hair, his commercials, his crying and his awful throwing mechanics. I don't respect quarterbacks who just coast through on natural talent, and aren't disciplined enough to learn the requisite skills. They rarely succeed, and almost always get into trouble (see, Ryan Leaf, Michael Vick and JaMarcus Russell).

I have a quandary for Sunday. I need to decide whether to wear my new Saints tee shirt, or my new Seahawks tee shirt. On the one hand, I have loved the Saints since the 90s, when they were bad, so I feel that their triumph is my triumph as well. But I did buy the Seahawks shirt at Qwest field, while vacationing in Seattle. Also, I'm kind of a sucker for the underdog, and I'm pretty sure the Seahawks are going to perpetually be underdogs (given their insistence on cutting players like Houshmanzadeh, for no discernible reason other than that he didn't play for USC).

And now for a random lizard. Because I have cable, I am blessed with an abundance of weird sports on the weekends. Mark and I have enjoyed Indian League cricket, women's indoor volleyball, the Stihl Lumberjack competition, and Scottish rugby (which I admit, I enjoyed quite a bit more than Mark. Two words: short shorts). This last week, we watched Rally Deutchland, which makes NASCAR look like 8-year-olds playing tiddleywinks. The roads have random (and often terrible) surfaces, skinny, curvy and sprinkled with hazards like vineyards, concrete curbs and pedestrians. And they careen down those ugly roads SO fast for three days straight. It is pretty much the coolest car racing I've ever seen. I've rarely been envious of a sport before, but I would give my left foot to be a rally driver. Except I'd probably need that foot to clutch.