God Keeps Punishing Irish Fans

Will Dorothy be Manti's next fake girlfriend? She really existed and she's really dead.

Barack Hussein Obama will be inaugurated for his 2nd term next Monday. I don't get the sense that folks are nearly as excited this time around. I flew from BWI 4 years ago the day after Barry's 1st inaugural and as I blogged about at that time, I'd never seen more black ladies in fur coats in the same place at the same time in my life. It was a festive atmosphere to say the least. I remember standing in line to buy a New Yorker at the newsstand in the Southwest terminal for about 20 minutes, as dozens of folks who attended the inaugural the day before were snatching up copies of every newspaper available to take home as souvenirs. I get the feeling there won't be nearly the same thirst for newspapers next Tuesday. Attendance is expected to be way down from 4 years ago. Also, the charity set up to raise money for the inauguration parties and whatever else goes down to celebrate winning an election is having a terrible time getting their fat cat liberal donors to give them a penny. They wanted to raise $50 million but are way short of the goal. Perhaps the lack of enthusiasm is understandable, as the occasion is not nearly as historic as last time. Or perhaps the lack of enthusiasm is due to Barry letting so many folks down over the last 4 years. Perhaps it's some of both. Any way you slice it, a certain malaise is hovering over Barry now. Eventually some big news magazine will call it Obama Fatigue (mark my words on that.) He's a lame duck now, fighting over petty silly issues with John Boner and his boys in the GOP. Nothing that really needs to be addressed will be. At least I hope Barry and his family have a good time at the $50 million extravaganza  his cronies are throwing for them the next couple days.

In a related story, Joe Biden and his medically induced constant erection will be sworn in for 4 more years of fun as Vice President. Only in America...

There is a big story out of South Bend, Indiana about one of the Notre Dame Fighting Irish football players claiming he had a girlfriend who died of cancer last September. Turns out, this supposed girlfriend never existed. The kid with the fake girlfriend played linebacker at the school. If you watched the BCS "Championship" game last week, the kid in question was the Irish defender whiffing on tackle after tackle (oh wait, that was the entire Notre Dame defense whiffing on tackle after tackle, my bad). There's lots of speculation in the media about this kid and the fake dead girlfriend. From my own, and admittedly unique, perspective, one of two things has to be true about this linebacker from America's flagship Catholic University. One, the kid made all this up in some misguided attempt to hide the fact he's not down with the ladies. If that's the case, as weird as the whole tale is, you can kind of give the kid a pass. With the noted exception of the shower room at Penn State, gay lovemaking is generally frowned upon in the world of big time college football. So, you could kind of understand why this linebacker would make up some story about having a long distance relationship with a girl so that none of his teammates would question if he liked gals. Of course the execution of this ruse was botched horribly, but what do you expect? The kid's not the brightest guy you'll come across. The other thing that could be true about this Irish gridiron legend  is that a few folks went to a lot of time & effort to fuck with the kid. To what end, I have no idea. It seems implausible. But let's pretend that this Mormon tackling machine is really gullible enough to have been catfished. If that's true, and you wanna go down that road, then you'd have to say that he's the worst boyfriend in the history of boyfriends. He never once went and visited with her after she supposedly almost died in a car crash last spring. Or when she was supposedly diagnosed with leukemia in early summer. Or went to her funeral after she died. He couldn't say for certain what her major supposedly was at Stanford. He couldn't recall when he supposedly met her exactly. The list goes on and on and on. Now, I've been accused of being a bad boyfriend a time or 2 over the years, believe me. I've had some accusations thrown at me about being thoughtless, selfish, etc. So, I know a little about this topic. But, I would go ahead and make it a point to drop in a girl if she was in the hospital with life threatening injuries or going through chemotherapy. Not even I'm that thoughtless or selfish. So, there you have it in a nutshell - this Notre Dame football star is either gay and won't come out of the closet (and again, you can't blame him for that) or he's the worst boyfriend since that dude who killed Dorothy Stratten. It's one of the 2...