Wednesday, August 20, 2014

My (Dying) Dad and the Irish

—I'm not sure if anyone is as big a fan of Irish football as me, but if there is it would be my dad or my son. But as much as my son John and I love the Fighting Irish, this year is clearly dedicated to my father, for it very well may be his last. Thus begins my chronicles of 2014 Irish football, as week to week I try to figure out whether dad is saving Notre Dame, or Notre Dame my dad, or both.

The Doc said Dad's esophageal cancer is spreading fairly slowly, which means there's a good chance he could make it through the holidays, which for Irish fans includes not only Christmas and New Years but the season ending Notre Dame bowl game. But when you're 84 and in constant pain, will is also a big factor, and dad's will to live was recently summed up by two recent seemingly contradictory statements. The first, made in obvious distress, was that he had made his peace and was ready to see Jesus. The second was that he was happy to see Irish QB Everett Golson back, and he was looking forward to the upcoming season.

Now to the believing Catholic or Irish fan, those statements aren't necessarily contradictory; for who among us true Fighting Irish faithful haven't declared, after a stunning Irish comeback, that dearly departed Domer so and so was (in cahoots with Our Lady) pulling some strings up in heaven concerning that victory? Still, as dad made his statement about the Prodigal Quarterback whose Academic and ethical decisions banished him from the team for the 2013 season, he was looking at me like he meant to be watching the games, if not upright, at least next to his son as he had for oh so many years.

And, although Dad's statement about the upcoming season sure makes it look like the Fighting Irish are helping to keep my dad alive, I'm not so sure that my dad's suffering and prayers are not going to be more important at turning the boys back into Our Lady's Lads, the heroes of every Catholic boy in the country before Modernism (in this case, the Land o' Lakes manifesto) came to Notre Dame. So as my team attempts to stay alive for the National Championship, and my father just tries to stay alive, stay tuned to my weekly updates (or better yet, attuned by joining the Suffering Irish) as see what both have in store for the other. But whatever happens, expect miracles, for the only thing I can guarantee you is that Our Lady is not only watching, but praying for a miracle too.

P.S. This post was written before the (latest) Notre Dame Football academic scandal broke, so Dad's reaction (and my own) will be dealt with on my next post. Safe to say, while my father is none to happy about the scandal, he's proud to have a son who is fighting to bring Notre Dame back to Her...

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Campus Crossroads Project to transform Notre Dame into neo-Nazi nuthouse

At a time when some are questioning the future of the residential college campus, we believe the investment in these new facilities, which will house new research and teaching venues, several academic departments, a much-expanded student center, a digital media center and a variety of hospitality and programming spaces, will greatly enhance the campus experience for all those who study, live, work here and visit Notre Dame, as well as new amenities that will deliver outstanding game day experiences for Irish fans. Since its founding, one of Notre Dame’s greatest assets has been the boldness of its vision – the ability to see possibilities and connections where others saw only obstacles and fragmentation. This project continues that boldness of vision. -Notre Dame president, John I. Jenkins, C.S.C.
I’m just hoping Notre Dame really goes nuts with this Campus Crossroads Project and holds nothing back. Hot-tub seating areas in the end zones, cheerleaders with stripper poles and a tropical forest-themed seating area, two to four Jumbotrons (just one is for the poor schools), a 7-Eleven, a Chuck-E-Cheese for the kids and a rollercoaster built around the stadium complex. Maybe a giant eight- to 10-story leprechaun to juxtapose Touchdown Jesus would complete the experience. Oh, and some classrooms, too. On an added note, I wonder what Pope Francis, the Brothers of the Holy Cross and the pencil sharpeners under the Dome (those concerned with excessive elitism/excessiveness, education affordability for all and help for the poor) were thinking when this ridiculous $400-million idea was hatched. -Colin Fleming '92
Father Jenkins with Stadium model
While I once felt embarrassed feeling lost (if not losing my center) when returning for a football game to the University I once knew like the back of my hand, it now (thankfully) appears I'm not the only one. Indeed, Notre Dame has expanded exponentially, and in most cases willy-nilly, since I was at home under the Dome some thirty years ago. Fortunately, the mighty Notre Dame Crossroads Project promises, by "the integration of athletics into the academic mission," to put an end to all this not-well-planned expansion. Which is precisely what I'm afraid of.

When it comes to building, the idea that "bigger is better" is as old as Babel, and, when it comes to this ill-conceived colossus (dubbed "Rockne Mountain High" by Notre Dame architecture graduate, Matthew Balkey) of classrooms, music, media and entertainment centers attached to the mayhem of an 80,000 seat football stadium has about as much chance of succeeding aesthetically—not to mention spiritually—as its biblical counterpart. As Balkey notes, "The alumni to whom I have spoken express a failure on the part [of] the university to adequately articulate why, pedagogically speaking, putting sacred music in near proximity to football...produces any particular benefit to sacred music, or to football...the stadium [academic] connection seems tenuous at best." Really? How about the sacred music students drowning out Michigan's famous "Hail! to the victors valiant" fight song—with Gregorian chant, no less? Or psychology students (among the groups to be housed in the stadium complex) running out of the tunnel with the team shouting subtle psychically damaging slogans at the Wolverines—or similar uplifting mantras to the Irish? The possibilities are endless!

Actually the real probabilities are very few. By adding—and selling—several thousand luxury seats (did Father forget to mention those luxury boxes in his "bold vision" statement?), Jenkins and his henchmen figure to easily recoup the $400 to $600 million the academic attachments should cost...and at the same time finally be able to say to Michigan and its less brainy football rivals, "Our stadium is bigger than yours!" But in this "subjection of the academic mission of the university to the needs of the all-powerful axis of athletics and development," as Fr. Bill Miscamble, C.S.C., history professor at Notre Dame (and the number one authority on all things that hurt Our Lady's University) calls it, the Crossroads Project will be more costly than Jenkins and company think.

Artist's rendering of Notre Dame's Campus Crossroads Project
First, from a sheerly architectural standpoint, the proposed structure is a disaster. As fifth year Notre Dame senior Nathaniel Gotcher notes, "the quad system of the University is completely overlooked in a design that turns the three buildings proposed away from each other and not toward each other. Instead, they have a huge field that nobody will be allowed to use lying between them, blocking any natural path from one to another," while Balkey explains, "In a unique nod to the 1920s and 30s in which Notre Dame football achieved national prominence, the massing of the three pavilions is terraced back as if subject to the New York City planning laws that generated such landmarks as the Empire State Building and Rockefeller Center...Alas, the comparison seems to end there. The 1930s bowl of the stadium was reputed for its half mile circumference; without permeability, each subsequent renovation only increases the distance to navigate around its hulking mass. It’s a stark contrast with Rockefeller Center, where public spaces of 5th Avenue and the interstitial plazas are more famous than the actual buildings." But if the students of architecture are not impressed, the teachers of (salvation) history such as Miscamble are even more blunt.

"The proposed three buildings," according to Miscamble, "appear to have been influenced in their design by the Fascist architectural style. They look like something Albert Speer might have worked on in his early period. I suppose such buildings are erected as statements of wealth and power and are meant to overwhelm. However, they serve mainly as a demonstration of institutional self-aggrandizement that carries an unmistakable message of nouveau riche excess. It is a bad message for Notre Dame to convey to its students."

In other words, the "state of the art" building is revealed to be merely the art of the State, the ultimate cathedral to what Jenkins' former bishop, John D'Arcy, once called "prestige over Truth." As Miscamble goes on to explain, "the suggestion that the stadium will be the center and crossroads of campus is similarly ill-chosen. The Basilica and Our Lady atop the Dome must always remain at the heart of Notre Dame, and the campus must radiate out from them. There is already a crossroad in the present design of Notre Dame’s campus but it would appear that our administrators have forgotten about it."

Certainly, every true "loyal son" of Notre Dame knows, as Miscamble states, that "[m]uch more is at stake here than a debate over the end a bold vision for Notre Dame will be forged more by what goes on within its buildings than by the buildings themselves." Or, as John Lyon, a history/literature double major who graduated from Notre Dame back in 1955, wryly adds, "Perhaps an institutional drift toward elephantiasis, specialization [and] re-orientation...of priorities is inevitable at a modern university, even a Catholic one. Perhaps the Land of Lakes 'Statement'...[was] most prudent. Perhaps the Campus Crossroads Project should be celebrated. Perhaps. [Or] [p]erhaps we should also recall that, in many traditions, it was at the crossroads, a place 'between the worlds,' that suicides were buried."

Notre Dame—and Notre Dame football—should be more worried about solving the institutional flaws that led up to the Lizzy Seeberg suicide (and its cover-up) than building yet another monument to blot out her memory. But, because Notre Dame is "between the worlds" of Truth and prestige, God and money, they think that perhaps just one more building, the biggest classroom/student/stadium complex ever, will finally be the key to getting them accepted as "another" Stanford. And, by doing so, they will instead completely lose the connection with the one Lord who has made them the "only" Notre Dame.

In the end, the Crossroads Project is merely "the Rockne Mountain Lie," the latest and greatest fabrication in the "nouveau Notre Dame" myth. Rockne's real Notre Dame vision was to give American Catholic immigrants a team to be proud of in a land then dominated by WASPs, and their children true Catholic heroes to look up to. Leahy expanded upon that vision by giving American Catholic boys (especially big and fast ones) something to aspire to, and helped kids get hooked on the Faith by giving them something concrete to pray for on Saturday as well as Sunday, while Holtz revived this vision, and, like Vatican II, made it relevant for our times.

In trading away this wholesome, moral vision of football for one that makes the Fighting Irish into just another entertainment "brand" to which corporations may attach their money, Jenkins has not only traded the dream of Rockne for that of Rockefeller, but his "Crossroads" will transform "the house that Rockne built" into a monument to the New York billionaire as well. For if this monstrosity is built and the crossroads of the campus shifts from the Church, grotto, and Golden Dome, to this "mountain that Mammon built," the war to save Notre Dame as a Catholic institution will be all but over. And, while prayer and petition should always be the first means to combat injustice, one wonders if the civil disobedience of Martin Luther King (or even Cliven Bundy) may occur next...or if, in these once again dark days to be a Catholic in this country, there are enough loyal sons and daughters left to come to Her aid if it does.

Tuesday, April 08, 2014

Calling all Suffering Irish! Notre Dame needs you against UConn

It's a little like you would feel against a bully...[their] lack of civility...approaches hate. -Notre Dame's Muffet McGraw, AP's women's basketball coach of the year

I don't think we are very fond of each other. -University of Connecticut's Breanna Stewart, AP player of the year
Geno Auriemma
Photo: Charles Krupa, AP
Muffet McGraw
Photo: Jim Brown-USA TODAY Sports
For the Suffering Irish, the reasons to pray and root for Notre Dame tonight are obvious. Despite both teams being undefeated (the first time two undefeated teams ever met in an NCAA basketball championship), Notre Dame, especially with the injury to Natalie "Ace" Achonwa, is now the decided underdog, and will need all the help from Our Lady (aka Notre Dame) they can get. But even for the casual Catholic or basketball fan of good will, know that they should pull for Notre Dame in this classic game of good vs. evil if only for the good to prevail. If you think "good vs. evil" are too strong of words for a women's basketball game, at least you have to grant it is a prime example of the kind (if demanding) coach vs. the mean mentor, the demure debutante vs. the brash bully. While Coach McGraw regrets the "lack of civility" in this rivalry since the Fighting Irish started to beat the Huskies on occasion, UConn coach, Geno Auriemma, merely sneers, "Sometimes we act like girls, like we're supposed to go to dinner every night. We're supposed to play each other, try to beat each other's brains out, try to win a national championship and compete like hell, Muffet and Geno, and then we're supposed to get together afterward and go have a bottle of wine. That's just not going to happen. So stop asking why it doesn't happen."

As implied, Notre Dame was already a projected underdog against UConn, but when Achonwa went down with an ACL injury in the Irish's quarterfinal game against Baylor, things looked even grimmer. Inspired performances by the remaining two of the Irish's tremendous trio, Kayla McBride and Jewell Loyd, were enough for the Irish to prevail against Maryland, but the Huskies are indeed a different story. Besides player of the year Stewart, the remaining UConn starters are all stars, and would be THE star of any other team of the country—except of course a school like Notre Dame, where they wouldn't qualify academically. Of course, that's also another story (and one Auriemma HATES being asked about), but when Notre Dame has graduated every player in McGraw's more than a quarter-of-a-century career under the Dome, it's difficult to not notice this academic discrepancy.

Still, there is one noticeable thing lacking from the Lady Irish's success, one hopefully that will be corrected after the game tonight. The only talk of religion during the intense pre-game interviews came when Muffet (after both teams left the Big East for different conferences last year) mourned the fact Connecticut refused to schedule Notre Dame during the regular season, to which Auriemma attempted the joke, "it's not nice to fib during Lent." Pray that, in the event of what would be a miraculous Irish victory tonight, that Muffet or one of her girls has the courage to give some of the credit to the Virgin Mary, for through thick and thin, She remains the best fan a team ever had, the true difference between Notre Dame and any secular institution.