I’m not Catholic, I’ve never been to South Bend, and I don’t have a single family member who’s ever been a student at Notre Dame.
And yet I’m a Fighting Irish football fan.
I’m a Duke fan, but a Notre Dame football fan.
Growing up in a state that requires one to pledge allegiance to either Duke or Carolina before his first day of kindergarten, I sided at age six with my grandfather and became a Blue Devil fan.
Which was great for me (and still is) during basketball season.
However, Duke’s football team was (and still is) abysmal.
So, growing up I never had anything to root for during football season.
That all changed in 1993, though, when I saw Rudy. That night, right there in the cinema, I fell in love with the story and the tradition, and to this day I maintain my loyalty to the Irish football program.
When you mention being a Notre Dame fan, people invariably have strong reactions one way or the other. And very few of these people side with you; instead, most immediately tell you how much they loathe Notre Dame.
And this surprises me.
Not because I imagine there are hordes of people with just cause for supporting the University of Notre Dame, but because I can’t imagine that watching Rudy didn’t cause untold numbers of people who (a) didn’t already have a favorite team, or (b) didn’t previously care about college football to suddenly become Notre Dame fans.
I mean, come on… when homeboy sprints on the field at the end of the game and gets the sack? When Jon Favreau, before he was anybody, screams “Who’s the wild man now?” When Charles S. Dutton gives the inspirational triple clap?
I simply can’t understand it.
I beg you to explain: unless you already had a team, how are you not a Notre Dame fan after watching Rudy?

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