You see, I was out there with my husband this past weekend, along with various and sundry members of the far-flung Pearl clan, to watch the Irish play the USC Trojans--and spank them, 49-14!
Saturday's game didn't start til 7:30 p.m., but preparations for the family tailgater (a long-standing Pearl tradition) over at the stadium parking lot were underway about 12 hours before that.
For the tailgater, I wore jeans along with a Notre Dame sweater vest that I snagged on eBay awhile back, used but in good condition, for a fraction of its original cost. It was unseasonably warm yesterday, sunny and in the 70's, but that's what I'd packed so that's what I wore. I could have gotten away with short sleeves, that's how nice it was. In October. In South Bend. Go figure!
But now I'm a grandmother. (Many times over!) So it's perfect for me.
My husband and I took a break from the festivities at about 3:15 and started walking over to the Sacred Heart Basilica, in order to get there in time to get a seat for the crowded pre-game 4:00 anticipated Mass. I normally like to wear a skirt or dress for Mass, along with a lace mantilla on my head; but as you can see, my Sunday Best ensemble yesterday was a lot more casual than normal for me.
It was also a day of having my picture taken with photo-bombing strangers, outside the Basilica, in the shadow of the Golden Dome.
So with about another half-hour before we could enter
How wrong I was! By the end of last night, walking had become brutally painful, and you should see the blisters I had on my pinky toes when I woke up Sunday morning. Ouch! I shall never go without socks or stockings--or at least peds--ever again.
But what an incredible day and night! The tailgater get-together with so many wonderful relatives and friends! The exceedingly comfortable club seats! The endless food and drink in the fancy club! The fabulous view! THE BIG WIN!! It was about as great as it can get.
Aside from the Basilica, the Dome, and the Library, from where we sat we also had a great view of the new Jumbotron screen. And what moved and touched us immeasurably was the way it was used as a vehicle to spread the Faith. Before each game the ND team kneels together in the locker room and says the "Our Father." They showed this sweet tradition on the Jumbotron; and as the sports fans watched the team praying, many voices in the crowd could be heard joining in to pray the Lord's Prayer. At one point there was also a priest giving a public service announcement about Mass times and inviting visitors to attend. In a world that tries to squelch all talk of God and religion, it was refreshing and encouraging to witness the way Notre Dame is evangelizing on game day. I know that in recent years many faithful Catholics have been very disappointed by some of the decisions the administration has made; but be assured, the Faith is still alive and well in South Bend. And the fans who fill the football stadium on game day appear to be on board with that.
They are also on board with standing and singing along during the National Anthem, loudly and proudly, with their hands over their hearts.
Now head on over to Rosie's for more Sunday fashion talk!