You sit here in June and look ahead to a Wednesday night game at Notre Dame in the fall and I just cannot get excited the way I used to. Back in 1993 when we went into South Bend and punched them right in the mouth, that was real football. That was a game that meant something because both teams had kids who had been in the program for three or four years, who knew what the rivalry meant, who had been through the battles together. Now you got kids transferring in and out every winter like it is a car dealership and the whole thing feels hollow. I miss when bowl games and big non-conference matchups actually told you something about the characetr of a team instead of just which roster turned over the least in the portal window.